Blood Lines

Fault lines….song lines…wrinkles….

looking at the stars through blood filled eyes…

looking at our relatives filled with the same blood…

the fluid of our fluidity.

Veins of blood, veins of gold, veins of humor….

life-giving transport arteries, highways of being….

the flow's the thing in which the play is revealed….

Blood of life, blood of family, blood of tradition

flows from one generation to the next, pure or not.

We begin life in a pool of blood, sink or swim.

The ruby port slides down my throat
and turns to blood.
The blood from all the lives  you've had
would fill an ocean.