Pink

meditating in a pink pool
I prayed to my ancestors
as the water trickled down my body
relaxation echoed its way in
as the horn of my survivors played
I felt a calling
the pink monsoon
has poured its last shower
and has left me with a flower
and as it blossomed
the pink river
dragged it ducklings
astray and away
into new pink ponds
to grow into
mighty pink things.