De La Mano, by Ricardo Segovia

-image: Chaya Go

You are a million miles away brother.
Why should I bother?
We do not share blood brother.
Why do I care?
I arrive, uncertain.
You offer me your bowl of colour,
that I’ve never tasted before…
sounds of drums that reminisce with me,
from the very first beat.
At first sight we may be perfect strangers.
So why?
Because your tears are clear like mine…
your fears are real and make-believe like mine.
Our mothers gave us the same side-ways glare
when we got too close to the rebel’s edge.
And so I will step over the ocean,
we’ll sit around our steaming cups and conspire to inspire…
chat for hours, speechlessly.
Brother, Sister,
I thought you needed a helping hand,
but you led ME to safety and sanity…
and away from the aimless thoughtless version of myself.
Gracias hermano.