Each Morning (Section 4 from “Hymn for Lanie Poo”)

By LeRoi Jones

Each Morning
I go down
to Gansevoort St.
and stand on the docks.
I stare out
at the horizon
until it gets up
and comes to embrace
me. I
make believe
it is my father.
This is known
as genealogy.

I love poetry and genealogy. When the 2 come together it’s FABULOUS! Enjoy.