Roots

Roots are a mystery

One day lost and another all found

one moment floating above the sky

and the next plunging into an abyss of history

walking the streets of memory
soaring in clouds of imagination

touching hands from the past
seeing one's face in the words of another

fitting one's feet in the prints of that other

the blood of ancestors pulsing

pushing Towards the Future

Known and yet Unknown

Our eyes staring back at us

Narcissus unfurling
....or was it a dream?

My imagination was captured by the image of my grandchildren

a sly little vision found on the steps to my past

my fingers sank into oblivion 

and came out with dandelions 

blowing in the direction of the sun

Laughter danced towards me

and the smells of my sustenance

enveloped me like a blanket

and lulled me to awe

breath stole from my body 

beckoning me to eternity

on the rocks hewn from fire and pain.

And in the dawn of my youth

came a promise

and a light

and a hope

and a vision

my hands impressed upon a rock

time not stopping

ever flowing

towards them...