Wild life
The ancestors stand at the window, peering
The ancestors tippy toe at the window, peering from the long distance of time and space. They are flora and fauna, wild life born on the savannah – rock artists, most certainly story tellers. They give me life, eyes and ears. Heart and mind, fight and flight. The belly laugh, the timbre of my voice, my height and length, my knees and my flesh. Their headaches and heartaches, these grandmothers and grandfathers dead now – their power still living in my bloodstream, in my breathing.
The long distance of time and space is such a cool line
Oh yes...
This is so true, Richard. My poem "Shaman" was inspired by a very similar thought. All our DNA came from somewhere. We are all the result of those who came before us, and you don't have to go back all that far, really, by the years nature reckons, to find your hunter gatherer forebears.
Living with current hunter gatherers, out in the desert here, made me think of this often.
Best Wishes - Dave :)