resurrection
this poem came to me after i heard from a dear brother that he is considering moving out of this country. my heart was sad to hear this news, but also full of understanding and support. i very much hope he can find the ease he is seeking, and wish that for all my brown and black kin. it is beyond time for them to have that which they so deeply deserve.
privileged, i lay
in the warm healing waters,
scrolling until i
found the message which
pierced my heart. he spoke, my black
brother, of leaving
this place once and for
all. i do not deny that
desire in myself,
yet i know my place
is here. i shared words of love,
commiseration
(best i could, given
our divergent histories),
and closed the page. with
a sigh, i rested
my head to look up at the
blossoming night sky.
above me flew a
Phoenix, wide as the heavens,
straight up, made of stars
and cloud, and i knew
We are The Resurrection.
then i remembered
a dream, so vivid.
a colorful caravan
of refugees, in
which i was a rare
elder. i carried in my
arms a small baby
Phoenix who had been
unceremoniously
thrown into the trash
heap by accident.
i had rescued it and ran
through the camp with cries
of despair (who could
have done such a thing?) when it
rose up out of my
arms and burst into
flaming color, screaming joy.
the Phoenix had come,
knowing we were The
Resurrection, and we were
also refugees.
returning from this
sweet memory, i recall
the prophecy of
the Condor and the
Eagle, and realize this
sublime Phoenix high
above me signals
birthing of that prophecy.
birth only comes from
death, and death is but
a portal of birthing. i
will stay here as a
Doula for the great
mysterious emerging
chaotic beauty.
i’ll stay and midwife
this Resurrection, so my
brother can now rest.
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