Summer Time(lessness)

I dreamed
            my skin   not light enough not dark enough
holy soil             fertile with sacred messages
            from a universe unwinding
            from past hymns echoing             from dying stars
            spreading carbon atoms thru infinite space.

one of these mornings
you’re gonna rise up singing …

Energetic charged space
            humming ancestral hopes & dreams
down a long line of wombs & sperm
            joined by love scarred by lust.

you’ll spread your wings
and you’ll take to the sky …

My double helix             reaching past
            joy                   fear     tears                   blood-blood-blood
birthing history              timeless history-to-be
            Africa, Western Europe, the Land of the People.

but ’til that morning
there’s nothing can harm you …

On this planet
            mornings                           come and go
what harm done to             one
            is done to                                       each
wounds healed by caring
            not denying.

so hush little baby
don’t you cry …

—Linda D. Addison