Regardless of your ability
to embrace the presence and influence
of ancestors, it is easy to acknowledge a debt
to ‘what has come before’ — personally
and as a culture.
One might muse then,
on what kind of ancestor you will be —
what footsteps left on the sands,
what handholds etched
on craggy cliffs —
that might help children
find their way.
For those who drift only partly awakened,
I can be there —
need only be there —
be there —
This is the finest of attentions —
to … be the hidden handmaiden of dreams,
to … guide in silence,
to … conduct a symphony of hopes,
to … gather discarded prayers into a basket of fairywind.
Hush — hush, for though they slumber
by choice and Current blend —
someday they will remember,
and search your cheek
for tears of joy.