Whether it is a dream or not

it doesn’t matter

 

But somehow Life has conspired

to find me here, now, with you….

 

I find myself…

 

With this mountain

Stranger…kinfolk…

This imperfect black strength

This beautiful scarred freedom

My history…my possibility…and more…

I am small with a mountain in my belly

Because You are here

Keeping me company

 

That…and my coffee

I’ve grown to take mine

with just enough cream, just enough sugar

and a hint of bitter bite at the back….

 

I find myself…

 

With this quantum of wildness

Stranger…kinfolk…

This buoyant black strength

of a vulnerable, unanswerable question

A sacrament to respond…to tend…to tenderness….

 

To raise a wildness

is never an easy thing

especially in these evil days

that plot against black boys

 

But grace has conspired

for a moment’s respite

to lay all my burdens down

 

Size is only a matter of time my Son

one day, I pray, the Mountain of God

will grow you tall like me

 

My beautiful black boy wildness

My history…my possibility…and more…

Keeping me company

 

That…and my coffee

I’ve grown to take mine

with just enough cream, just enough sugar

and a hint of bitter bite at the back….