the seas
we have sailed…
the shores
upon which
we have anchored
have been many…
many rivers
we have waded
swam and floored…
and
the bridges
we have crossed
over
trouble waters
all remain
floating memories
buoyed…bobbing
in cerebral fluids
of recall…
yes…wisdom dwells
deep in contemplation
as does the itching
of stinging pain
that often tends
to anchor its self
in offshore emotions…
wrinkled with worn
irrational renderings
waiting to be drowned
in the depths of drilling hope…
in the winds of pregnant time
we hoist strengthened sails
of renewed faith…sojourning
ship-wrecking waters—
slicing through the treacherous
tertiary passage—towards
the triumphant shores of liberty
where we shall bask
in the sun’s rays of liberation…
our ebon panther sheen reflecting
the praising glory inherent
in the overcoming beauty thereof….