This poem came to me as sometimes poems do. Mostly complete on the first go.

It came to me a couple of weeks ago and it’s taken me a while to gather myself to publish it. Sometimes we hear messages from the departed – in books, social media posts, or other places. And I have decided that I have nothing to lose by publishing this…

It’s an autobiography of sorts:

When North meets South
And East meets West
Near the birthplace of a Mighty River
In Twin Cities

In the season of Janus
And the liminal generation
Between Old and New

A daughter will be born 
A living bridge
A hidden bridge

To wild landscapes
Of pasts and futures
Beginnings and Endings

And intermingling magics
From peoples around the world

Ancient dreamers
Poets and bards

Warrior women
Runaway royalty

And adventurous souls
Nomadic by nature

And don’t forget 
The Animal and Plant helpers
Canines and Arbols 

And the dragons
From all four directions

This child will be raised
In a safe environment 
Kept hidden
Even from herself

Until the World has need

Live, thrive, survive
Learn to heal inner and outer

Seeds can germinate
Hundreds of years after
Their creation
Sometimes even thousands

And an Earth healed of
Colonialism, Patriarchy, and Racism
Is possible