beaching...

the rhythmic waves

frothing to and fro

carry Middle Passage echoes

of journeying odysseys

the setting sun severs

the umbilical link

between Motherland

and her children in diaspora

reflecting grains of sand

catch crystalizing tears

of memories of faded shores

the bleeding breeze blows

sea seasoned whispers

flowing from lost voices

from sea to shining sea

we’ve been anchored

chained and auctioned

never can slavery be

a metaphor for memory

as waves dissipate

at the shores of time

no matter what beaches

we roam

the shores still sing songs

stealing home.