Gifting Poetry to the Heart of the Empire

I spent the weekend in DC at Split This Rock, festival of poetry and social change. So inspiring and challenging!

we arrived with open pages
to celebrate the sacrament
of revolution
reconciliation
together
we have glimpsed it in each other
whiffed its fragrance between our palms
kneaded it into our bread
ate without thinking

at imposing steps of injustice
beneath pillars that stopped
growing centuries ago
a woven message
welcomed the new becoming

we walked peace
breathed peace
wrote peace



I brought home the words of June Jordan:
I am a stranger
learning to worship the strangers
around me                                                                                   

whoever you are                                                                                

whoever I may become.