In-dependence

Do you know when you were born?
Do you remember the sounds, feelings, memories down...?
Fear stumbling, leaving , drowning, shipping, crawling...?
...and the night, far traveling from   the skin to the sky,
and the stars mumbling beauty left  behind...?

Do you  know the  rhythm of the  drumming soul,
... from Ghana to Alabama, from Juana to paradise...?
...from an open hand, to the skirt  of Africa; from Morroco to Italia, from Ghana to Portugal...?
Have your heard the cry...?... the  wailing of the  waves,
the hair curling at night...?

...Spain is also here?
France let, far behind...?


Have you seen the night climbing, on the cells of your skin,
brushed  by transaction of the greed and the means...?
...blessed by lighthouses of crosses and  tears...wealth
harvesting, beyond the waves, the rocks and the love beneath
the ordeal of power and  beauty of you and me?

Do you  know  the fibers of your being, dominican, Haitian, Newyorker,
European with not eyes clear... do you know what to pray, what to eat, what to fear,
... what you have on  your dream...? In dependence of others, I built a sand castle,
with a soul within...breaking down, with a sound of new conquests, and  new deals...?

Do you know who you are, when dependent of  fear?

Cordillera 2/27/2020