lauds and always and againthis light comesdistils into bird songcalls us from sleepsings our awakening prime and perhapswe never neededto overthink thisbeing here –perhaps all we ever know,all we ever needed to knowis that we are here-nowwomen becominglichen becoming tree-lightbushbuck forest becoming morningbecoming women terce sunflowersturn their bright sky facesto look to the earthto the…
do they get tired waiting for us, watching us lose and find ourselves on endless repeat. does she, hand extended wait for my return, longing as i do for reclamation – offering salvation to the sound of my foot prayers, redemption at my dark soil under nail prayers as if none of this has…