Spirit Passing Poem by Sojourner Kincaid Rolle

Beneath the untroubled brambles
beyond the reach of marauding scavengers
along the abandoned path      
shards of a mottled green carapace

Throughout the move of season
between solstice and equinox 
against the comfort of stillness
moulting of the vibrant soul transpires

Since the most ancient of memory
in the warm bed of the black earth
beside the gurgling green waters
infants suckle the ripe air

Onto  the burning sands
across the trampled shore
toward the toiling ganges
the child strides

During the difficult life
without the touch of knowing
until the lock of change is broached
the soul searches for the circle's end