from the shoulders of ancestors, our elders tell their truths
incidentally – with purpose, without judgement
giving voice to a history
awash in wisdom –
this oral narrative
this homage to lineage –
the unheralded wind beneath all of our wings
unvarnished, at times colorful truths
as we gather together on this day
Pat
11/18/22
now, a toast
to words unspoken!
may forgiveness
be a part
of their new DNA
as they rest in peace.
Pat
9/14/22
Moving across parched earth
a ground level dust cloud drifts
With the same breeze comes the scent of rain.
It was the rainy season and
somewhere in the distance
a quenching was in progress
Soon, it will be time for that soothing rhythm on the tin roof
Soon, it will be time to secure a spot on the verandah and make paper boats for the puddles
Then scampering down the steps through large plopping raindrops to set sail the next paper boat
Paper boat sailing – in this family of four kids, a rite of passage.
Pat
8/24/22
For the dVerse prompt where Jo is the host. The prompt words is Scent. To stop by to read or participate go here.
morning fog
settles like a cloak
at the waters edge
cries of seagulls
piercing the gloom
as we all wait for the sun
Pat
6/11/22
For Eugis prompt ” Morning Fog”
To participate or just read go here
under cherry blossoms
a gathering
of all ages
Pat
4/16/22
For the you
that is through me
when will this worrying end?
After we have passed through time, I suppose
Pat
under blue gray skies
as twilight takes its leave
and day tumbles into night
a crow flies across a sliver of a moon –
I am lost in thoughts of you…
and our moon gazing nights
Pat
2/09/22
the old man
sandals in hand
strolls through
the middle of the meadow
wiggling his toes
as he goes
he smiles
a private smile
rediscovering
one could see
he was perched in that place
where memories were kind,
a good place to linger
on this, a new day
Pat
8/11/21
Ida is an old soul and the fiercest person I know. She was blessed with an abundance of that ‘no nonsense and why the hell not’, attitude.
Conversations this time had awakened deep feelings.
What must it be like going somewhere, and not know that feeling of sticking out like a sore thumb. Or, not having to endure the stares and the under- their- breaths mutterings.
Such feelings were never really shared out loud, they didn’t have to. They knew, being in the skin they were in. Ida too, had experienced this. On one occasion she was heard to say,
‘I didn’t know I was black till I came to America’. She would not elaborate.
But this too she tackled this with her attitude of “no, I do not weep at the world – I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife*.” This attitude had served her well; and serves her still.
Pat
7/20/21
*Zora Neale Hurston
in morning light
the lines on my face jostle
for position –
I am grateful
Pat
7/12/21
thoughts and entanglements 
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