ancestors meditation

and in these hands
the works of tens of thousands
of ancestors
with names i'll never know

and on this tongue
the tastes of every homeland
guayabas, cholent,
pomegranates, cloves

and in these feet
the miles that they travelled
through roads and dangers
i can only guess

and in these eyes,
the dreams of generations
in the making
waiting to take breath

and in this voice
the cries and laughs and heartaches
of all the ones before
and yet to be

and in this heart
and in this soul and body

we weave our lives
and all our stories meet