Dear Ancestors, thank you for being answered prayers of the sunset/ you red-yearning,/ you-sky-body/

you pour libation like burning tea leaves in honor of my release

how far we have come, like ocean-body -souls, swirling, names of the elders

my mother’s mother, her mother’s mother, our elder’s mother, in other words their sugar coated stripes, their heavy laden tears , their transmissions – I pray you- as they entered the other side. your Poet Krissy Mosley©2023