Sarasvati
Sarasvati at the river
in the gaze of a goose
foraging
like I am
at her banks
through gratitude and
fear willing that
some bridge appear
carry me down the middle
of this way mapped by
blood
and memory
she sees me
wraps me in her veil
shows me her name
everywhere
in river reeds
and starlings
honey mirror
at the bottom
of my tea
the billboard I see reads:
the path is clear
I am ready
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Me…
Mine…
My…
You will all expire
whether your spine
is crushed
in 9 places
or your body just
runs out of breath
and right after your death
some other
voice talking through
dirt shaped
into skin
will walk on electric
currents
to the timer ticking down
the days
while singing the same damn song
you sang
a solo called ego
composed in a state
of amnesia
And then what?
Grass will still grow
snow will still fall
life will still turn itself inside out
through the mouths
of every creature
formed from a similar equation
to yours
with eyes
nose
fingers
gut
And then
What?
Why not move something?
Why not change the melody?
Tune the voices
to the thrashing branches
bowing in March breeze
train them to sing like
the dots of green bravely
stretching skyward
into the unknown
There is nothing to own
there is only to see
and to understand
why you came
that there are others here
that they are your air
and you are their water
god is not “out there”
but everywhere
in each other
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is a poet, screenwriter, and transmedia producer who was born in Kingston, Jamaica and raised in New York City. She received her MFA. from CUNY City College, and her first full-length collection of poetry, , was released from in 2014. She lives in Brooklyn with her husband and two children.
