Past, Beach & Fruiture
by Ancestors through UsikuTides are relentless
Beckoning with magnetic sway
That which hopes to stay
If unanchored, is washed away The year my mother got sick
She lost her job and I died
I was sixteen
The restaurant was only half-ready
We opened it anyway
Unfinished undiminished
Along with workers-in-progress
Who feared my ignorance
And my budding intolerance for nonsense We made many mistakes of understanding
I took what was daily bred
Leavened it with what mama said
Life is a combine of all things divine
Right now is what's behind and ahead
Use the balance of Maat to respect what you got
Primordial orders obey
Throughout nature, despite hardships
Somehow, somewhere
Fruit ripens anyway We worked on the store and ourselves
Tolerance for purpose was priceless
Self-improving our toughness
We went from endings and beginnings
To continuing With a perspective focused and angled wide
Adapting kept us occupied
We all recovered from through each other
Just like everywhere else
Where four cornerstones meet
Fruit is drawn towards its peak
Then released
Full of the magnetic
In search of another beach
