Invisible Babble
in the background of my life
Ghosts of my inheritance
flailing behind my Mother,
dragging their feet behind my Father
One surrounded by Mist threatens
to dissolve the fiber of my resilience
the other covered in tired dust,
ancient Dirt calls me to my purpose
reminds me of my origin
The Legacy of deep sorrow
and profound joy in the wisdom
of the earth’s Beginning
The maddening Utterances
no longer outside
live Within me, those that Resonate,
the others have melted
like Vapor in the sun’s warmth,
some still come as Whispers
life Encouraging itself.