Poem – Kin 

FOR BAILEY
We were entwined in red rings 

Of blood and loneliness before 

The first snows fell

Before muddy rivers seeded clouds 

Above a virgin forest, and 

Men ran naked, blue and black 

Skinned into the warm embraces 

Of Sheba, Eve and Lilith.

I was your sister.
You left me to force strangers 

Into brother molds, exacting 

Taxations they never

Owed or could ever pay.
You fought to die, thinking 

In destruction lies the seed 

Of birth. You may be right.
I will remember silent walks in 

Southern woods and long talks 

In low voices

Shielding meaning from the big ears 

Of overcurious adults.
You may be right. 

Your slow return from

Regions of terror and bloody

Screams, races my heart.

I hear again the laughter 

Of children and see fireflies 

Bursting tiny explosions in 

An Arkansas twilight. 

Poem – Human Family

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.

Some of us are serious,

some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived

as true profundity,

and others claim they really live

the real reality.
The variety of our skin tones

can confuse, bemuse, delight,

brown and pink and beige and purple,

tan and blue and white.
I’ve sailed upon the seven seas

and stopped in every land,

I’ve seen the wonders of the world

not yet one common man.
I know ten thousand women

called Jane and Mary Jane,

but I’ve not seen any two

who really were the same.
Mirror twins are different

although their features jibe,

and lovers think quite different thoughts

while lying side by side.
We love and lose in China,

we weep on England’s moors,

and laugh and moan in Guinea,

and thrive on Spanish shores.
We seek success in Finland,

are born and die in Maine.

In minor ways we differ,

in major we’re the same.
I note the obvious differences

between each sort and type,

but we are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.
We are more alike, my friends,

than we are unalike.