BREATH CAN BE SHAPED
December 23, 2020
Listen Along:
I run me a bath
of breath, yes, breath
is running out
of the faucet
I slide into
a tub of exhales
and I breathe in
baptized in these small winds
the tub begins to overflow
I twist and twist the faucet and
it’s too late
it won’t stop, can’t stop,
the breath is everywhere, growing in strength,
is lifting me / now see
a Black girl fly, or a Black girl made flight
body akin to bird or plane, look—
the wingless dancing with the wind
breath can be shaped
can be fashioned into
word or song
breath be clay
I stretch my hands, curl it, wave it, squeeze it, mold it
and I can hear it
the melody of that which remains
the cries of life reckoning with death
the symphonies of gardens sprouting from grief
the rhythm in resuscitation
the persistence of protest
the stubborn staccato of laughter
ha
ha
ha
ha
ha
Black girl in the sky
Blue sky
I got sky Blues
deep bass, dripping
like Muddy Waters
Browns and Blues
I was painted with Langston’s hues
I’m too Shea Butter Baby to become
Raisin in this Sun
I am from
scattered lineage
I don’t fall far
I am flying from the tree
breath transformed my branches of arms into wings
transformed my I into we
we are transforming flight,
fashioning freedom from
whatever breath
we can muster
a melody
we are song
we are sung
we are running,
breath isn’t just meant to be caught
breathe in,
and let it go
breathe in,
and let it go