fore fathers

fore fathers

sureness in the single stride 
of my fore fathers.
wanting to rid of their rituals, 
i do not hold them tightly in my own grasp.
to see where their minds have led, 
their future in the past.


lend me your guidance.
show me where you have tread, 
but say no more of my own steps.
it is anew. 
it is a beginning unlike no other.


the past is dead, 
but still breathes and walks before us.


the future lingers, 
shrinks back in a cave
until at once
it has leaped out and ran
all the way home, the past.


the past sits still, 
scares away the coming of age
and yields the future once more 
into the days of yesterday.


no glory looking back
and little reward peering ahead.
i sit in the space, this space.
it's all i can comprehend, 
for now.