I read that you walked
across the continent
searching for your
ancestral home
3 small moving dots
seen from the wide
sky’s view
the clouds pulling you
East whenever you lost
your way, the ocean mist
hiding you from your
enemies and turning
you into motion poems
ancient songs were
carried by magical
lizards and snakes and
spread across the earth
to show you the way
and you gather the
stories of your people
and hold them inside
your bones
There you are in
the midst of the past
dancing and dancing in
the flow of time
tying an invisible knot
to the constellations
strengthening your lifeline
to your people’s wisdom
as the ghosts of your people
appear around you like
notes to be played
and songs to
be sung
Leslie Dianne is a poet, novelist, screenwriter, playwright, and performer whose work has been acclaimed internationally at the Harrogate Fringe Festival in Great Britian, the International Arts Festival in Tuscany, Italy and at La Mama, ETC in New York. Her stage plays have been produced in New York at the American Theater of Actors, Raw Space, Puerto Rican Traveling Theater, and Lamb’s Theater. She holds a BA in French Literature from CUNY and her poems appear in The Wild Word, Sparks of Calliope, Quaranzine, Flashes, and elsewhere. She is a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee.
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