Joe Grieco

Ancestors

 

We can’t be there with you. But

Listen.

There’s a rhythm in the inner river. You can hear it

Teaching you the breaststroke,

Teaching you the butterfly,

Teaching you that something in the crow’s nest of our family tree sees your future,

And everything will be okay.

 You just keep moving.

The current will carry you out of this maelstrom.

You’ll feel the burst of fins.

Keep swimming.

The shore will stretch out arms to meet your reach,

And you’ll grasp a presence like the tide,

Like moonrise,

Like the wind across water.

We can’t be there. But

Listen.

Everything will be okay.