everything of
me was choir-song

every bolt of
air,
every summer
moon,
every drop of
cooling rain,

in spring i
melted like
a hedgerow,
in gold and
sky-bronze,

in summer i
gathered the sky
to my branches
green with shadows
of longing,

in autumn i trembled
downwards like a
girl unwinding her
hair,

and in winter i froze
on the doorstep
all black branch
and cold
rigging on
a barren ship,

everything of me
was choir-song and
i had the most
beautiful
purple throat,

i was a soft
melody of love
on a strange
moody day.

With a mind like that
How do you let
your crops grow
Do you let the sky
feed you with its
inpermanent knowledge
Or does your mother
need to mend to you so
soul water that mama
Y'all ought to
act like you see them
Children of the Sun
done become One african
resilient all over again
they ain't done
nothing to you
Mirrors all of them

I lapsed obtuse,  Variable,
echoed, yesterday, "Our
unleashed..."*

Ecoutet, my friend
always listen
because between
the expanse
we understand this
language in frequency
Your highest note
always hits me in the
right places
We harmonize
to the vibes
of this

and come out on
the other side

whole

She fears its omnipotence
It breathes in the quiet
scans her humanity,
her fire

She holds tight
to the golden refuge
and plants sweets
in the bottom of
blossoming trees

The void is a savage lover
with delicate fingers
and a pretty mouth

She built big and pretty
Got those wild ***** locs
Driving coils in her spring
She make what she got good
and plenty of it because
she know she comes from an old
divinity and in her roots
Come raging like a God with ashy skin
But she clean and got nature
on her side
and the cocoa butter smells real nice
She is the salt
the earth, the storms and as sacred as
the wind
Remember this always...always