Yemoja Rises

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