Old Friend

© 2003 Sandra Jean-Pierre

On the Sahara plain
we were tribesman
sharing stories of the hunt
beneath crooked-sparse
shade trees

maybe...

we were women

in South America
tending the men,
nursing the children,
feeding our families from the Earth
while sharing the sisterhoodof moon-cycles
infinitely capable of life - rebirth

maybe...
maybe
we were
evy-ivy over
I said east-west
I met my friend at the candy store
playmates
sharing Bazooka Joe bubble gum
and coca-cola
on mid-summer
Brooklyn sidewalk evenings
while smells of fried pork,
plantains, beans and rice
filled our lungs
in promise of an easy cool New York
kind of peaceful
night in a
busy pulsing never sleeping city
with the comfort that our worlds were separated
by thin apartment walls

maybe...
...maybe

We were fish
beneath the ocean deep
searching for ways
not to be parted from our sisters
and brothers
only to eventually
sink to our final fish repose
at the bottom of the great beyond

to be...
to be re-made
in the image of
moon and sun...
bathing the Sahara plain...

It is good to see you againold friend...
walk with me,
talk with me for a while...