Dedicated to my mother Ernestine Roberts, her mother Nettie Brown, to Nettie’s mama Mama Connie, to my daughter’s Ebony and Ayodele and my granddaughter Maleyah.
We are the ocean
etching the line that is
the shore
we are the line
we are the shore
we are the ocean
calling always raising tides
and falling to rise again
we are the ocean
the line feminine
from whence they come
we bring them forth
tend mend and grow them
into women into men
we are the ocean
etching the line that is the shore
we are
the line
we are the shore
we are the line from which
they rise and the bosoms on which they fall
we are the line of women
opening wider than ocean to bring forth
the family human to dwell upon the earth
we bring them forth
tend mend and grow them
into women into men
we are the shore
constantly calling for the ocean
remembering its embrace
before we had form or face
in its vastness we knew
we were the dreams of God
we understood
the distance from the ocean
the strength of the line
the world of need on the shore
we are from whence they come
we bring them forth
we tend and we mend
we grow them
into women into men
we are the line feminine
both ocean and shore
we are fruit on the vine
the oceans roar
the rainbows heat
the salt in the sea
we are
as long as is
is
until is
is
is
no more
the line
the ocean
the shore.
VERY BEAUTIFUL POEM. I love this