Tag: Dance

• Ancestors

  All around me are my ancestors.All around me,Wherever I go,Wherever I live.How can that be? How do they travel?How do they know? Evelyn is here,Barefoot, Embodying good words as she moves upon the church floor boardsAnd out onto the street to follow me, even here. Charles is here,With his bookish grumble,His camera-like gaze.Capturing moments and…

  Benjamin Broadbent

  April 27, 2022

  Family, Poetry, Spirituality

  Ancestors, Books, Buses, Cigarettes, Dance