ESSENTIAL

My voice reaches
South and North
America, Europe,
sometimes even Asia.
But Africa,
ancient homeland
of us all,
it does not penetrate.

Why?

An essential piece
of the world
is missing.

10 March 2017

FORTY-FOUR FIFTY SOUTH

From the magnificent and

now-familiar southern

stars, I see that

our course is north-

northeast. Calm wind

and sea. As we run

in the Gulf of

Corcovado, the

night is peaceful

as a cat.

10 March 2016

(a memory from a year ago)

My Grandmother's Generation

My grandmother's generation
mistook the Church
for sanctity,
and the Brits
for civilization.
Still, there are times
when I miss
that lost world.

9 March 2017

Sunrise in Aguas Dulces, Uruguay, March 8 2017, International Women's Day / Día internacional de la mujer.

I rise with the parrots in the trees.
My call goes out on the southern breeze.

This is the world that Nature made,
Among the trees, a sunny glade.
Here we may speak of what we love,
The grassy earth, the sky above.
No one shall tell us that this is wrong
For 'tis ordained, and in our song.
Many have passed along this way
And so have we, but did not stay.
For this is knowledge of present and past,
It comes to us, but will not last.
Outside this glade are others met
Who do not know, or would forget.
Hurrying they heed another call
And dying daily, live not at all.
Oh do not wake them while they sleep,
But live to love, and not to weep.

5 March 2017

THANK GOD THERE IS AN IRELAND

Thank God there is an Ireland
to hold our hopes and dreams,
to fill the world with magic,
'til it's bursting at the seams,
to hold the world's beauty,
for all our sons and daughters,
to safeguard every hill,
the land, the air, the waters.

Thank God that hearts so true
have risen to the test,
and kept this magic place,
to give the spirit rest.

And though I do not live there,
a dream that will never be,
thank God there is an Ireland,
and Ireland lives in me.

1 March 2017

SEMPITERNA

I am the life of the earth,
and its green trees,
the air, the water,
the earth itself and its fire.
The sun, the moon, the
wind, the rain and the tides
are mine, and I belong
to them.
Ask not my name,
for it is all names,
nor my language,
for it is all languages.
My roots are in
the jungles of Africa,
and on the arid plain.
I invented all the gods,
to help me tell
my story.
All songs and all instruments
are mine,
all dances and all poems.
It is my visions
that bring the future,
and my memories
that make the past.
I am all women and all men,
the children and the old,
the pleasure of love
and the pain of separation.
Among the clothed,
I am the naked,
among the false,
I am the real,
I am the feast that
does not end or fill.
I am a river through time
that knows no time,
a truth that knows no lie.
I am Life,
and cannot die.

1 March 2017