RASHIDA

RASHIDA

2010

Half mumbling 

She pulled the hat way down.

And my mind filled in what I couldn’t over hear

Wind whipped and laughing.

I learned in these spaces.

The rhythmic flow of our banter

Brought meaning to

The white moths that hexed my path

And swirling clouds

That inhabit my dreams.

An understanding forged in friendship

Encouraging me to tap my primal knowing

To speak without thinking

Telling me of your past life as a native 

Recounting yourself as ancient

And I believe it when you tell me,

“I will see you

Next rotation.”