so we’re turning the earth over

mixing starshine and clay

electric words about life

and who i am in relation with

As we continue to navigate multiple pandemics (COVID-19, systemic racism, climate change, etc.), it makes sense that the stillness and uncertainty of the times has forced some of us to go inside of ourselves and do long-standing inner work. For me, this has looked like tending to my altar, checking in on myself, and going back to some of the same practices that helped me when I was mourning my grandmother and uncle.

Peace to all the late bloomers
Right packages at the wrong address
Moved ran and sprinted to new heights to be celebrated
Almost venerated

a poem written during the NY Writer’s Coalition’s Black Writers Sunday Service series