Midnight Calling

Midnight Calling by Greg Powell for the Poetic Experience at Being Hueman

i hear in peace
of sleeping winds

in the dark
stillness i hear

hymn of the waters
stormy waters

wood hull creaking

snap of whips
beat of blood dripping

torrent of tears
sky crying

funereal moans
spirits screaming

beneath hull
and from deep waters

and I hear the call
from distant east

prayer shouts
ancestral tongues

beacon light touching me
from pyramid’s mirrored stone

i hear wisdom rhythms
of griot songs

i hear the drum
i am the drum

calling me

i must go