I have wondered about my ancestry
Since I was a teen
Self consciously learning about
The world

And my place in it.

I’ve had Ancestor Dreams
Since my twenties
That include:

An alien father 
With swirling blue eyes 
That matched his cloak.

A Grandfather Coyote
With slicked black hair
And sunglasses -
Strutting his stuff
Across the street
In style.

Also

A small, leathery grandmother
From the Andes.
She has a huge smile 
And wears colorful clothes.
I think she is a weaver
And a brewer
And a high altitude farmer.

And many dreams of Japan.

The early oral story told one tale.
It was a made up farce.
Then the paperwork came
With its own set of questions.

In dreams,
We find truths
In strange places.

The DNA tells multiple stories.
One of which was an inability to process…
New sample required.

And the first cousin
Who reached out to me, at last
Is a goddess.
At least in name.

We both love to grow flowers
And make candles.

And the other cousin
Is a mental health therapist.