Uncover the Sun

Roots

 

We don’t want

to talk about

those people,

the ones that came

before

 

It was hard,

being poor,

the war, the work

that chapped the hands

and curved the back

 

Why remember

the unpleasantness

of their struggles,

when you can focus

on now

 

But see how my roots

still entwine me,

the fearful folk who fled

their home ground,

unwelcome there

 

I am bound

by ideas unconscious

but carried

carried into the future

by them, by me

 

Their blood still pulses

in my veins, they

keep me alive

through every hard

loss

 

They are the salt

in my blood

that savors me

flavors me,

their sweat, their tears

 

I am from those

who came before,

though I never knew them-

gone long before

I ever became

 

I am full

of generations,

even of their joy

in knowing

I carry them still

 

Eliel Fionn 12/29/23

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