Let's Take a Dive, Brother

Come on, let's take a dive, my brother, Back where the sun was shining bright. I still recall the heaven's gate light: A boy was born to a father and mother. And carefully, as if it were a mine, They gently carried him a year or two. Such a little man, so small and fine, Demanding answers from the world. I remember Grandma's hands Kneading dough and my temper, too. For tea the grandkid squad would crowd — Linden and some herbs in the brew. And Mom's semolina pie and curd bake — A vaccine against the worst of harms. A plantain leaf for the soul's ache — The love in our sweet mothers' arms. Dad's garage and Grandpa's junk — A staging ground for warfare games. A garbled signal: "Who's there? Fuck!" — Fine-tuning our linguistic norms. It all was just the way it ought to be. No other destiny I'd need. Oh childhood, everlasting glee. From childhood we both come, indeed.