i have come home
following invisible music
without land
after losing my name
my religion
hanging on to culture
like a tattered blanket
mended many times
to hold the stars i passed
under walking on the bottom
of the ocean talking to the bones
who pointed the way clearly
as soon as i could see i understood
remembered embarked arrived home
where i am enough and more
wrapped in the blanket i held onto
winds part for me in the storm
as my feet touch the ground of
diaspora everywhere in the nowhere
forever without boundaries
the forest the ocean the desert
the sky the wind the rain
the stars the sun the moon
the four directions and the seasons
the planet the galaxy the universe
resound with the fullness of me
overflowing after being pressed down
freed perfected imperfection in perpetual
motion moving into a
Mount Zion state of mind