Day dreaming, and I’m thinking of you…

july 2, 2024

if you are looking for an escape, please know you will not find it here.

if you are looking for a mirror, or window, or a door, wrapped beneath skin, nestled between muscle and memory, held by heart, you have found yourself in the right place.

if you are looking to look away, to get away to some island void of others and so also without an eye, as in the ‘I’ that is seen when looking at you, and me, and earth, and this collective being, I will not, cannot be your break from the reflections of truth because, as Baldwin said,

“Everyone you’re looking at is also you.”

If you are looking for you, the you that is in union, and unison, i can walk with you, heart in hand, we can expand towards the edges of multitudes, and multiplicities, pieces, and parts, and peaces and history bound up in silenced and buried bodies

and stories more true than most have the courage to know and the backbone to retell.

if you want to escape the dark, i will not be the flame that chases it away.

i am the fire that invites you to see what lies within the shadows, between the crevices, beneath the cracks, and under the folds of dog eared corners.

if you are looking for saving, you are not seeing. there is no savior. but the liberator is you.

if you are looking, what you are looking for, searching for, yearning for, is tethering, a lifeline, like heritage and lineage.

if you are looking, what you are looking for is the ‘I’ that sits, stands and lays, nestled and held in communIty.

what you are looking for is Intimacy.

if you are looking to escape, i am not the bridge for your departure.

i am your ‘come hither’, ‘come look’, ‘come feel’, come see’, what is around you, what is inside you, waiting, not for your escape, but for your remembering.

eniafe isis

“In the forefront of our move toward change, there is only poetry to hint at possibility made real. Our poems formulate the implications of ourselves, what we feel within and dare make real (or bring in accordance with), our fears, our hopes, our most cherished terrors.

For living within living structures defined by profit, by linear power, by institutional dehumanization, our feelings were not meant to survive. Kept around as unavoidable adjuncts or pleasant pastimes, feelings were expected to kneel to thought as women were expected to kneel to men. But women have survived. As poets. And there are no new pains. We have felt them all already. We have hidden that fact in the same place where we have hidden our power.”

― Audre Lorde, Poetry Is Not A Luxury