June 5, 2018by Dami Ajayi

Tuesday Poem by Soonest Nathaniel

Dark Black
… for Achalugo…

In the swamp where alders grow,
the girl with invisible sun in her hair
plants follicles of hope.
Between darkness and wonder,
she charts a new course
for spirits in the material world.
She believes celestial navigation
can be taken on domestic fuels.
Far from the country,
bridges burn
and angels
are yet to mend their differences,
but the dove in her heart
sees no reason to lose sleep,
it hangs on to the moon,
gathering small twigs,
pine needles and cattails,
certain it will build a home of dreams,
for every little thing this girl does is magic.