I am speaking in my own tongue
my native language
the Ancestors have well prepared me
loved all my heartaches and stumbles
my victories
the insights gained
questions pursued
they took all those other dialects and dogmas
detours, hill climbs and wandering roads
preserved them all in strong trees,
roots, blossoms and songs of midnight
the blessings of rain,
a time of gestation
for my resting, they led me gently
to the confluence
of many waters flowing
back to the sea
choosing right timing
the Ancestors tell me I am ready now
to speak
©2016 pab