We Meet In Parts
I have been following the trails
of familial footsteps;
the moon-daze of nights long gone,
threads of ways lost.
Where sky and dust merge
I see your lineage and kin,
their names are under my skin.
Ancient they are,
and seconds are their wombs.
They shape each rim and verge -
emerge there as my thoughts.
Those we have known and known not,
their shirttails dangling, their anatomy dwindling
leave and reform upon the breath.
They twine both life and death on one vine,
we circle the same planet
until we awake together
from the one dream.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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