the sky was born in anticipation of our people
the sky was born for us
fresh creation
I watch birds now, communicating through movement,
look now, a flock making circles in the courtyard,
landing then skittering off again.
across the evening sky, a smaller flock approaching
joining the larger one
one bird, perched in the high trees, calls out
the sky, flaked in orange and purple
the sky, a beacon for our approach.
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
poem : a warning
sometimes it’s bears meandering through the streets
walking up sidewalks, onto porches
breaking the front door
searching
sometimes lightening bugs gathering at the second floor windows
peering in, hoping for conversation
occasionally there are ants along reeds, around puddles of water,
following each other into the house, crawling along baseboards
no matter the animal
multiples of them, seemingly out of place,
mean trouble
walking up sidewalks, onto porches
breaking the front door
searching
sometimes lightening bugs gathering at the second floor windows
peering in, hoping for conversation
occasionally there are ants along reeds, around puddles of water,
following each other into the house, crawling along baseboards
no matter the animal
multiples of them, seemingly out of place,
mean trouble
Monday, January 30, 2012
poem : invocation
distant voice heard at the corner
blame it on the wind
front door blown open
can’t keep accusing the weather
giggles behind you
the spirit in you knows
Eshu must be fed first
hungry as a child
bring some candy
mischevious man
pour rum in gulps at any crossroads
old now
light his cigars
omi tutu, axé tutu, onã tutu, ilê tutu, tutu Laroyê 1
quick now, keep up
Eshu works all corners, all doors, all paths
pour palm oil greedily
wherever two streets come together
and if you are lucky
days later
your dream will have you in the kitchen making café
walking out with small white cups of espresso
while Eshu runs between your steps
there is a party happening tonight
and Eshu is happy about it, has come early
look down
grab a hold of him
marvel at his wild face near yours
love the wilderness living within him
let him wrap his legs around your waist
let him hug you hard
his hand possessively at your neck, fingers in your hair
if Eshu is with you none are against
welcome Elegua welcome
1 fresh water, the spirit is fresh, the way is fresh, the home is fresh, Eshu is fresh.
blame it on the wind
front door blown open
can’t keep accusing the weather
giggles behind you
the spirit in you knows
Eshu must be fed first
hungry as a child
bring some candy
mischevious man
pour rum in gulps at any crossroads
old now
light his cigars
omi tutu, axé tutu, onã tutu, ilê tutu, tutu Laroyê 1
quick now, keep up
Eshu works all corners, all doors, all paths
pour palm oil greedily
wherever two streets come together
and if you are lucky
days later
your dream will have you in the kitchen making café
walking out with small white cups of espresso
while Eshu runs between your steps
there is a party happening tonight
and Eshu is happy about it, has come early
look down
grab a hold of him
marvel at his wild face near yours
love the wilderness living within him
let him wrap his legs around your waist
let him hug you hard
his hand possessively at your neck, fingers in your hair
if Eshu is with you none are against
welcome Elegua welcome
1 fresh water, the spirit is fresh, the way is fresh, the home is fresh, Eshu is fresh.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
wordle
Thursday, May 27, 2010
poem : hemming blues
I'll ask you this: what will I keep of yours
I'm asking you, what can I keep
when you are so far away?
what can I get away with
what can I steal now
to win your smile?
like sand, what grains of yours
can I move, piece by piece, each day?
somehting you won't notice
and you realize only weeks later
it can't be found and I'm walking around
my pockets full of you
why do I have to come up with these ways to take you?
why do you make me find ways to steal you?
my hands in my pockets, not claiming my thievery
I keep this
have to keep this part of you
warming between my hands
anything for the chance to find my fingers in your tufted hair,
to call your scent home
this is the story of that nudge calling us
this is the story of that calling
that shoulder pass that sparked this whole world
with hands full we call out our new names
turn at knowing our new names
start our lives again
I scatter some sand, baptized by earth
you sprinkle the water, baptized by water
I pass the flame, baptized by fire
you blow the smoke, baptized by air
made living, this love
made living, this love
we bring
I'm asking you, what can I keep
when you are so far away?
what can I get away with
what can I steal now
to win your smile?
like sand, what grains of yours
can I move, piece by piece, each day?
somehting you won't notice
and you realize only weeks later
it can't be found and I'm walking around
my pockets full of you
why do I have to come up with these ways to take you?
why do you make me find ways to steal you?
my hands in my pockets, not claiming my thievery
I keep this
have to keep this part of you
warming between my hands
anything for the chance to find my fingers in your tufted hair,
to call your scent home
this is the story of that nudge calling us
this is the story of that calling
that shoulder pass that sparked this whole world
with hands full we call out our new names
turn at knowing our new names
start our lives again
I scatter some sand, baptized by earth
you sprinkle the water, baptized by water
I pass the flame, baptized by fire
you blow the smoke, baptized by air
made living, this love
made living, this love
we bring
Saturday, April 10, 2010
poem : octopus
octopus
I've given in to celebration
tartsweet candy piled high in my palm
I lick it down before i can secondguess
the new year creeps in
and I am resolute
no longer searching for magicians
after all, I too carry magic
no longer conspiracy
I am a conspirator
and, even if I'm the one raisinghell, poking dragons,
my hands reaching out
I need someone who'll slay them
a small red circle stains my palm
a signal to all
I've given myself over to the sweetness of being saved
I've given in to celebration
tartsweet candy piled high in my palm
I lick it down before i can secondguess
the new year creeps in
and I am resolute
no longer searching for magicians
after all, I too carry magic
no longer conspiracy
I am a conspirator
and, even if I'm the one raisinghell, poking dragons,
my hands reaching out
I need someone who'll slay them
a small red circle stains my palm
a signal to all
I've given myself over to the sweetness of being saved
Thursday, April 01, 2010
poem : the sky within
the sky within
for T
words hidden just for you
I leave hints beneath your skin
strands linking us
strands of light linking us
despite our struggles
the air we breathe in
full breaths me into you
you into me
can you find me?
there in your heart
there on your lips
the life the life we share
the ways we come together
come apart
come together
breathe me in
let me give you
you hold me hold my heart
in your breath
you hold the sky within
hold the sky within
me
for T
words hidden just for you
I leave hints beneath your skin
strands linking us
strands of light linking us
despite our struggles
the air we breathe in
full breaths me into you
you into me
can you find me?
there in your heart
there on your lips
the life the life we share
the ways we come together
come apart
come together
breathe me in
let me give you
you hold me hold my heart
in your breath
you hold the sky within
hold the sky within
me
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