hear.

(open.) 

resurrection.

some nights

i catch myself

breathing

which often leads to elementary questions 

like 

who put this air into my lungs 

turned me into this brazen beast of breath

theres magic going on 

in our chests 

a magic so 

unrelenting 

unresting

yet at times 

i still forget to breathe

unselfishly

but wholly

how we forget

this forgetting

so easy to slip into

so comfortable 

this second skin to turn into a home

this air

this breath 

is not ours alone. 

(each time

we resurrect.)

- resurrection.

introductions.

getting 

to 

know 

you.  

- introductions.  

melanin.

this

skin

is handcrafted home

to sound spirit

to vessel of Universe, 

the Gracious Gods...

o' sweet melanin.

- the brown.

infant understanding.

baby steps. 

wide eyed.

lullaby.

woke up to a silver spoon in your  mouth.

abstract surrounds 

give form to your voice

cradling each coo.

a cradle to each tear.

lies.

formless. unfamiliar. foreign.

Picasso things.

unpunctuated questions

unpunctuated sentence

questions in every sentence

every sentence a question

who was the first man on the moon ?

is God black ?

is God black ?

unhear.

I.

an aftermath. an answer.

in this vast silence,

warm.

in this thick silence,

sure.

the forgiven./ weapons of mass destruction

just as you would have it 

that I remember you as the forgivable.

when your name was charleston. 

tearing down church walls. 

I will think of you, 

lightly.

oh, the darkness that is I.

a lesson in patience.

At a certain time and at a certain place you begin to understand. Those thickset  knots start coming undone with age, the ice starts to melt away and it is as if your being is borne into a light and a lightness that it had not known before.

This is the work of time and experience manouvring themselves and wounding events in a way that shapes what some might be inclined to call fate or destiny. Some may refer to it as purpose. How you define it, what you call it are not the matter at hand but rather matters of how this coming of age can be such a beautiful thing. Invigorating. How understanding is so liberating. Enlightening.

These should not be rushed.
Know that everything that is meant to be, happens just at the right time.

 - a lesson in patience.  

the longing.

sharp,

from the edges of my heart.

life jackets.

when words were our refuge.