Flumen Meum (+2)

My Pen

My connection,

My thoughts and

My prayers

 

My words

My extension,

My gift through

My air

 

My time

My gestation,

My daughters

My sons

 

My dreams

My redemption,

My river

—that runs

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

 

 

 

By Design

 

They separate us by gender,

and segregate by race

 

They separate us by intellect,

and isolate by taste

 

They separate us by fortune,

and detach us by fame

 

They separate us by family,

nepotism to blame

 

They keep us divided

through life ever long

 

The poles ever widening

—too lost to belong

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)

 

 

 

Mesa Verde

 

No one’s ever gone

until forgotten

 

Their memory etched

like words in stone

 

—canyons to remind

 

(Chama New Mexico: January, 2019)