questions of direction
how do i go?
only by revelation
only behind a veil
only through a glass, darkly
only by messenger
only dream vision
only the back parts,
sashaying away
with a wink
reminding
not to forget
not
to forget
is there anyone
who will remember?
turn it over
and turn it again
for everything is in it
this is how you teach
a stone to talk you listen
to the river that smoothed
it
& hold
hearing what ripples through here
like the roar of many waters
what thunders through empty space
courses through me when i am least
myself, having lost it all until
the eye blinks from an empty
vessel, waiting
for what reverberates through
each cell across generations
responding to a constant call
ancestral fires shining in the
eyes of newborn suns
& the last cries swallowed
by rising tides of another time
come to surface in the voices
of the daughters who raise
them the silence before their
echo is long, but their sound
is longer
as an invalid premise for the work of supporting life
to learn
Teach me
by your presence and your song.
I am too full right now to take
anymore of answers. I have been
here all day sampling those & now
i am overfull and still malnourished.
I cannot be alone in this. I won’t.
Let us sit here together awhile,
friend, attending
a concert of
shared breaths, our resounding
amens.
