Poem to Call You Back Home
You say you cannot think of a single reason to continue...
Child, you were born during a rainstorm. Or snow. Or the day was soft and cloudless. Or your lungs were full of night. This day was certainly the shortest or longest of the year. Your mother. Or your birth mother. Or your father or your birth father. Or your life giver. Was reading at home. Was on their way back from the store. Was on their way to work. Had no place to go. Was dreaming of you,
when you woke them. When it was time. When you were ready to arrive. To see what the fuss was about. It was easy. On the way to the hospital. beneath the bough of the tree. On the way to the midwife. It was gruesome. in the bathtub. Among the rubble. in the back of the ambulance. On the way back from school. It was joyous. atop the broken asphalt. On the side of a hill where we received you,
pulled you through. Held you. made an opening and whispered. Shouted. Prayed. There were no papers. Or passports. Or penalties. You were born without restriction. Not even the supernatural could hold you back from this oblivion. My darling, you were born a bold thing. A higher being. A love spell. Your body, the limitless sky and the awesome road. The map and the globe. When you are lost, I am already on my way to find you and bring
you back home.
About the Creator
Omotara James is the author of “Song of My Softening,” from Alice James Books. A multidisciplinary artist, she creates as a means to preserve joy, confront the past and free herself of it.
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