from the iron on my side and water spout
in my yard.
I am from the garage that couldn’t shut my pain.
from the heat of my oven that burned.
I am from the rose of the earth that’s rooted and
grounded with possibilities.
The aloe in my vera that brushed me wildly
in my dreams.
I am from Afrika and consciousness.
from ancestors and goddesses.
I am from sadness and happiness
and from the spirit comes all my helpful persistence.
I’m from Eve and Godliness
and serpentine power of glory.
I’m from dinner to supper time, whichever
suits my fancy.
I’m from heaven and the universal blackness.
From peas and my own pod of fortune.
From death to eternal life to ancestry and eternity.
From silver to gold.
From floors to altars.
Inside my heart, I see my existence everywhere,
From the WIC anthology Like a Phoenix (2008)
Photo courtesy of Martin Cathrae