Futures

She held my hand in the night
I wasn't frightened
just confused about why this moment
was necessary,
and she told me of our past, that before
she breathed her last I must be aware
that these gifts were passed from
centuries before.

It sunk in, and I felt royal,
like my aura had emerged from long
lines of lineage tracked in secret books,
but who has them, I asked?
and she shook her head.
We do not know.

So my quest begins to find the path
to where the secrets are held;
where men sit with bent head,
glasses on the ends of their noses,
writing scriptures of my history
and invading spaces that I have yet
to be allowed to travel.

I am angry at the absense of what
should be mine.
I am torn between remaining here
inside the stable;
and running off to explore these
places where "speak of it to no one"
reside.

Somewhere in the distant future
hands wait until my fingertips touch
them; until they pull me forward
into the futures in which I belong.

~ws