On the porch
Ok a lil light bleeding through the slightly opened blinds in the kitchen
Inhaling that homegrown
Chemical free tree
Fade..back to Black
We sitting in this humidity
listening to Alice Smith
& her tribute to Miss Simone
I put a spell on you
I am the spell, I am, alone.
Returned back-home. & grown.
The lone voices of creatures in the bush
She came to the islands and sat on the porch wit ya boi
Asking me questions bout this comfort in this pitch black
Only used to the love and light; she was antsy
I told her I wasn’t afraid of the banshee
the quiet spirits
Them things is natural…even if supernatural
Can’t you hear it?
I don’t fear it.
& no longer fear death.
It’s a part of the process.
I fear attracting my divine partner
And for some unforeseen circumstances or reason having to leave her, shortly after.
I’ve died a hundred times.
That’s why I don’t fear death, itself.
I ache for how much the pain can inundate your family and friends
Knowing you won’t see or experience this person again
& that…The last time was the last time.
So. acknowledging this gift
Of life. I do my best
To be present
And intentional in my movement.