sixteen weeks have gone by since
a tiny new human began growing
with the purpose of becoming the newest,
most vulnerable, most revolutionary soul
in my tribe.
it’s been growing persistently since
and so have the skins of my body, heart and mind.
a few other weeks have gone by since
one of the dearest souls in my tribe
has had to courageously endeavor
on a lifetime of uncertainty
due to a complex diagnosis.
Her health has become a fragility, a most precious gift,
granted to her not by her own will.
and a few even other weeks have also gone by
since another one of my closest souls
risked his alertness in this world
without even intending or remembering it.
the accident happened
and healing stepped in its power’s way, luckily.
and then a few other weeks also went by
since my grandmother
and with her the last matriarch of my two tribes in kinship
went on to a different, perhaps better, place.
Perhaps she went home, but either way,
her earthly legacy has ended now,
in stillness and humility.
sixteen meek weeks have gone by
since my life transferred itself or was transferred
onto an entirely new spectrum,
stretching the innermost parts of my being
toward greater depths and valleys,
toward vaster roaring heights.
and in this, I am asked to stand, stand and breathe.
and so all I ask is this:
may the winds be gentle tonight,
may these raindrops fall softly on these fields,
until the sun rises anew
for a new morning.