E Pluribus Unum and Then Some

They speak until there is nothing but sun and silence. My mother smiles and says, “I want breakfast before bed.” We sit around the table and think of the night. Hiding a yawn, I wonder if scrambled eggs will ever taste this good again. And years later when change becomes an echo on a million lips, I will only sing, I want to believe. I want to believe. I want to believe.

Agana Na Quay Do

Anonymous

I sing words that do not exist In a language that is not real Belonging to a people not of our world I sing in tongues though I have no religion I sing the world entire I sing my being sacred Agana na quay do Nashana do sumi sta Ogania gania kee sta day... I sing these words secret because my soul cannot be defined by an earthly language I sing my words secret to keep myself alive