tribes small bundled in love
we have a journey
points unknown
clouds tussle ions
cracking thunder, pacific
pulling, pushing, the edge
of a vast horizon
we are held together
love is one part
laughter another
a sense of justice
a place of refuge
all can’t be the tribe
now, family fractures
so much invested
emotions pain love
like sand between fingers
yet time is cement
inside, solitary, memory
but a friend, a soul mate
a river of hope
some tribal need
to hold and protect
to travel forward
making an escape momentarily
the hard lessons of life
turned from youth to
middle age, glory gone
yet so much to learn
even now as Pacific
rises clouds like titanium
forces yet to be
known even now
the ebb and flow
is not so troubling
with you I know
you holding me
protection on many fronts
holding heart and hand
a friend, small tribe
sometimes that’s all we
possess – memories and a pathway
into the unknown
