Sacred Spaces

I’ve crossed oceans in my mind to get to you

You look at me with no idea what it took for me to get here

I’ve felt you in my body

Danced to your rhythms

Eaten of your plate

Made love to your sons and prayed with your daughters

In you I see generations…mother, brother

In you I am

What some consider exotica…a romp with the natives

For me a pilgrimage

You have told me your secrets and now they are mine.

Tricia Alkmia Cochee

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