i hear in peace
of sleeping winds
in the dark
stillness i hear
hymn of the waters
stormy waters
wood hull creaking
underneath
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
