I begin my mornings with a prayer

A dream on every word I ooze

I remember by not forgetting

For what am I without you


Your end is my beginning

My beginning is your end

Free this gift I hold towards you

Give it a bone, a skin, a tongue

Teach it to see your truth, to say amen


What have you to give the sun when she begs?

A handful of promises?

A dream with no roots?

A tongue that forgets?


My mouth still pregnant with this question

Should I ask?

Should I ask?

Tell me, who do we become after this poem ends?