My father would say
‘live as honest as you can’
And speak out
when the sun is blotted
and light is critical.
When temptation is easier,
than a life that
is passionate enough.
I did not always listen
to my father, yet I am
his descendant.
Measuring the wounds
and desecration of ourselves.
And I love with passion,
the more I think.
A Wandering Poet 