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)