For eons we’ve waited
interrupted by men and their
machinations & machines
need for more
for less
Those that have called us dormant or disappeared
uncivilized
anachronism
Can’t hear the consistent call that says,
“Come back, come back” in the noise of the chase
of their god
The lamentation of how the forces of nature are intruding
upon the original destruction
disruption of the way
are met only by the slow surge and dirge
of the rising tides
of water
of love, perhaps
Yemoja rises no matter