Clouds
neck stretching heavenward we
found ourselves at the stiff peaks
of a cold thought impossible in
these tropics of equatorial want
imagining we could reach
the gods of mountains forever
clad in the cotton rivers we came
here to leave and escape the waves
endless of new peoples arriving
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we were here and we gaze down
from the ocean from whence we
came still burying our dead in
the boats we know they were born
even in caves we sail
into the sky as ocean these heights
in boondocks became fortress
and haven against the rising tides
of cypress and roses overtaking
the plains falling down to ocean
in tempest of what we could have
never known coming as brothers
then staying as conquistadores
we were what remained
of a relentless flood water rising
coming from oceans to coasts to
rivers to jungle we sing the dawn
from the clouds remembering
