Bearing Weight

The Babalowo said:

if your grandfather is a hustler

the son will be a businessman

the grandson will be a beggar.

I am the hunger

refusing to beg on the road

I build roads to other places

my hands move prayerfully

creating whats needed moving

forward on the path walking

where others will not holding

broken things on my way to

the ocean  where dreams

sink swim or drown there is

no crown but there is bread

crowns are heavy

bread can be shared


the road disappears

we must begin again

uphill with a bucket of water

that’s got a hole in it

add a stone to plug the hole

on we go singing in the storm

the child of horse eaters

looking for mountains to climb