A M E N

This piece was written over serenity – the open space that stands inviting, with outstretched arms for one to embrace when the mind needs to bend, fold, and flower. This is the first piece from a short collection of original poems I wrote while inspired by the writings of Ntozake Shange. Enjoy!

This photo was captured by artist Calethia DeConto. It can be found at www.calethiadeconto.com along with a multitude of her other works.

I am sitting upon a rotating plane lined with the most comforting shades of glowing lavender.

Like prayer, like the moments before entering the steaming bath, the words hover. They settle between the sentimental parallels that give wonder to music and passion. Words bounce off rhythms that the present keeps enveloped in the joys of gratitude and poetry. Music. A summoning of joy. Music. Parlance that seeks to explain what language fails to grasp wholly between skilled fingers and vocal cords.

I am sitting upon a rotating plane lined with the most comforting shades of glowing lavender.

There is a peace, a smooth utterance that rivals the rush of the outside, dwelling in the expanse of thought, the open room of relaxation, the chambers within my heart. And what of the mind? What of the mind? the mind? She is roaming the halls of a vast mansion where she carries her thoughts, pulls out her prayers, and communicates with her spirit. She is speaking. I am speaking. The divine assumes its familiar role and urges a river that sings an old healing song.

I am sitting upon a rotating plane lined with the most comforting shades of glowing lavender.

The shower has started and there lies the moonlight glow dripping from my mouth, the sweet marriage of imagination and manifestation is at work here. Shange spoke of a woman with a moon falling from her mouth. The woman called me a locksmith. Danticat illustrated the beauty of Ayiti’s mothers and foremothers for all to inhale the scent of sugar cane and soil, so that we may create from the dust. I am made from the dust.

I am sitting cross-legged, empty-bellied, spirit-filled amongst a bright stronghold of sunflowers, they raise their heads to moving clouds and a raging sun.

I am made from the dust.

I am sitting cross-legged, empty-bellied, spirit-filled amongst a bright stronghold of sunflowers, they raise their heads to moving clouds and a raging sun.

I create with fertile soil and old tears.

Cleanse the earth with new water from a river that has drowned all my fears. This is a healing space – a moment in eternity.

I was made from the dust.

God said so be it.

So it shall.

© 2019 AfroetryWorks

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