Remembering Our Place
Setting self free
Absent is the Hooter’s breath
— by day or night
no calls to the other raptors true.
Caught on the monolith of greater ease
— as if another tugging
on ancient shores.
Switch bate
mountaintop
ocean breeze.
Remaining forever
amid quarantine
and fingers tweeze.
Who! Who!
Return not the summer’s breeze
— but twisted tales and cooling songs.
Who! Who!
Forgotten not — why we are here.
~Ani Po
