What happens when a grandmother prays for her grandmother to her children's children
And I realize that
on the other side
of a long history of cruelty,
of people not getting what they needed
born of people not getting what they needed,
is a story of making it through.
Back then I couldn't look in people's eyes
because my heart would break,
an egg cracked open in my chest,
my soul would leak into my belly
like stone bowl soup,
running down my legs,
heavy calves yoked, pulling to the center of the earth
but now I see your eyes, Kerry,
smiling in the moment the egg cracks open,
telling me I'm so cute you could kiss me,
and my heart warms up with laughter,
cheeks blushing
and all at once
we are children
we are ancient we are
together without time
the wisdom is in the room
