By Rosa Sophia
This poem was inspired by my visit to Fort Center and Fisheating Creek. What an incredible place. I know I was born here once.
Bicycle wheels on shell rock road
carry me home, carry me home
the dust scatters
mingles with sweat
the ibis leaps
from its perch on the cow
flies swarm as the vultures dip and dive
massive clouds like islands drift
as into my past I journey, swift
God works in unusual ways
and there’s a reason
for everything
Bicycle wheels on shell rock road
carry me home, carry me home
I trudge through grass
soft soil beneath
I think I might sink
am I going to sink?
in the land of my ancestors
I return home
I’m meant to be here
meant to stay here
come back, come back
the voices whisper
I want to go in
and be a part of the earth
beneath that algae surface
scattered bones
people whose names
I can’t recall
who spoke words
I no longer know
they made love
and fought and ate and prayed
and walked this world with me
so many years before
Goddess brings me
back again
she takes my hand
and leads me home
Bicycle wheels on shell rock road
carry me home, carry me home
sun beams spearing
through thick foliage
live oak, cabbage palm
a burial mound in the hammock
spiked seeds on my clothes
the wind whispers
and speaks
as I shove my hand into the dirt
one with the dirt
I’m part of the earth
Calusa, blood of my blood
heart of my heart
God works in odd ways
I’m led here by fate
Goddess brings me back
she takes my hand
while in the woods
footsteps sound out
a tall shadow rises
faceless spirit
warm thoughts, love
and sacred energy
Who is there?
No one answers
wind shudders the palm fronds
and I’m part of the shell rock road
bicycle wheels
carried me home
carried me home.