Bloodlines

Ancestry and its other beginnings
Are as distant as time unmeasured.

The span between then and now
The distance between them and us
Vibrates like chords in which we are
Separate strings plucked in sequence.

Unconnected. apart, alone
We are recognised by our differences.

Yet we are born,
Children of our history
Who bind our bloodlines
Against the run of time.

Our future and all the futures
Running from our fateful present
Twist together strands of the past
With every human come to term.

Tomorrow connects to yesterday.
Our divided tribes join hands
Unbidden in every generation made.

In one stroke the parallel strings
Resonate and sing.

We are the chord that sounds.

 © BH 2015

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This was the third in the poem series. What about the past and the future. Is there a relationship? I considered how we all have two parents but four grand parents. That counterintuitive span of relationship is too often ignored. Starting a family can also include retrospectively all those who came before. Just saying...

The sequence is Hollowed #3; Dusk; Bloodlines; Succoth; Boyhood; plus the bonus, Balance Wheel.