RITA DOVE

(at Furious Flower 2014)

A raindrop

A snowflake

A little bit of sun

 

A smile

A tear

A lover’s laughter

 

Some ancestor from

So far away

Whose dogged strength

Alone

 

Made the journey

Into freedom

On the strength

Of a song

 

What really is a poem:

Buttered Corn bread

A Pork chop browning

A Quilt being pieced

A Grandmother’s tears

 

Or maybe

A desire

For a new world

And a Granddaughter to

…in the words of my Grandmother…

“Show Them”

 

Shall we call her Rita

And let’s add an Eagle

No. a  Dove

Both beauty and Ice

 

Shall we ask her to sing

Yes—Sing a Poem

For all of us

 

(from A Good Cry by Nikki Giovanni 2017; with permission)