A WADING

Many Black people that I know are afraid of the Ocean

not the textbook definition of feeling fear

but those who draw near

are only willing to wade

They are afraid

to make waves

in a history that may sweep them away into the undercurrent of history repeating itself

because screaming help

didn’t assist our ancestors

in fact the wading in the water

was a way to wash away a human’s scent

to leave dog’s noses no evidence

of them being there

a passage way to freedom calling their names so quietly

only a soul could hear

to draw near to that history is a stirring in our bones

an undertone

that we put on a mute to silence what was never right

sometimes to win a fight

you get out of sight and yearn to be seen

beyond the horizon

farther than the possible limit of sight

beyond what one was able to foresee

So in this time, there will be no repeat of history

We know where we came from

We know our destinations

No more plantations

We’re on a stay-cation

for a duration

of our own imagination

We move in fascination

like the flow of water

We are the sons and daughters of our forefathers

Who left traces of themselves through blood, sweat, and tears

for years

of painful yesterdays

Imagine being enslaved during a slave trade and thought of a commodity

Standing on docks

An auction block

of people of African descent

Who didn’t know the possibility of an escape in those days

But were taught how to wade

through labors leaving legacies

Knowing how to Bob and Weave

Knitting together stories of unity

A compass pointing in all directions of lifelines

and Negro spirituals while peering through church windows

We are stained glass

with a colorful exterior

of a painful past

They called our neighbor “The Bottom”

8 miles from the Potomac River; where black people were free

Built our own homes and called it a community

Yet, many Black people that I know have a fear of the Ocean

But in their daily motions

They move through history like water flows

Absorbing, over, above, under, and around

a railroad and an underground

to freedom

It’s not that we don’t know how to swim

We can propel our bodies through water

using the limbs

it’s that deep down we know our ancestors didn’t swim for pleasure in those days

it’s not that we are afraid

it’s that we’d rather move through our lives like the flow of water

and wade