These ashes
this dust,
this earth
from where I emerged
this rain
this pain
the blood surges
in my veins
these hands outstretched towards the sky
could be branches of trees
life is better taught when it dances
to music
through bodies through knees
whether we can hear the music or not
we dance to the tunes of our ancestors
their dreams beat in our chests
and bless our minds and souls
sometimes I think their ghosts watch on
or are reincarnated into our songs.