No Calling – papa

Of the Isle of Ancestors

“choose to live

as if in finality you will be allowed

to ask but one question.

All of life’s experience should prepare

that you ask the right one.”

the scrolls of Eskiyalı

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Perhaps this desire of my sisters to speak directly to an ancestor is a female thing,

either by DNA or culture, or other call;but I find no question that I would ask –certainly nothing of mine they might desire –yet I must muse as you’all place value here …

Along the way, or of the way belong, I come –

to meet with but one ancestor – one answer;

to gift but one query – one answer;

in an eternal braid by which

I might remember who I am.

What then might I give

that can balance that which I need?

What can there be of what

for he or she long drawn to more,

or in simplicity beyond caring

except that I attend

to their return?

What arrogance!

I will not play out this dance

of pretended exchange of worth,

when nothing I could gift of now

can have value to what is then,

else there is no meaning

to being whence

again!

Yet I am called …

and will attend the hearth and shadow,

and give freely of answers

to questions endless, scarcely one –

to meet an ancient trust

with no expectation

of token or gift

evermore.

Perchance

that is my gift –also a question …

and of this I have done …

and will share what I have learned …

if you will be patient.