I am more than what I decide to get done today
part mole on my grandmother’s cheek
some belittling gesture my grandfather made.
The indignant patriot before a righteous machete charge,
I was in his cold coffee this morning.
My aunt’s secret Charleston dances, when she decided to cut her hair short
the raindrop that fell into my mother’s eye at her wedding
my father’s ashes leavened with regret for having left Cuba,
and the pair of shoes he got when his mother died.
I’m standing between two mirrors back and forth,
forward and aft, as on a ship, and focus past
the echoes of my ancestors reflected to a point
just past the horizon….
…I am an unseen decision made in the dark.
The dead just collected, the pots of piss thrown out
the windows during some war, the bombing
to begin again as I dip my croissant into