By: Michele Habel-Coffey
Death and life
Circles and knots
Give me the knot
Not the circle
Give to me life
A hanging chance
Not strangling dance
I’ll hold in the breeze
If you please
Blessed with freedom
Blessed with ease
Or murderous sleeze
On your knees
Who’s your God today?
First, night opened out.
Bodies took root from rotting salt
and seawater into evidence of red life.
Relentless waves pumped tidal air
into a single heartbeat.
In the pulp of shadow and space,water sucked our people from sleep.
That’s how it all began. At least
that’s all we can remember to tell.
It began with water and heartbeat.
In minutes we tunneled through corn woman’s navel into tinges
of moist red men and women.
Yawning, we collected our chins,
knees, breasts, and sure-footed determination.
A few thousand years before Moses parted the Red Sea, and the
God with three heads was born in the Middle East,
the Choctaw people danced
our homeland infra red.
Finally when the stranger’s arms reached to strangle the West,
on the three-faced deity
who said that chaos was coming.
When he puckered his lips and tried to kiss her she made it rain on him.
“Maybe you’ve forgotten
you were born of water and women,”
she said, walking away laughing.
Rise up as mist
To sprinkle the day
Scattered and displaced
From here to there
I wish I could recall
If truly I care
Droplets of something
That I ought to know
Afraid I might lose them
Just go with the flow
At least in the flowing
They’re living again