stars and moons (in black)

stars and moons in black

you lunge in

i hold my first computer

crop two thirds of my name

you lunge in

like a sprinter

two thirds of my name

given by you

like a sprinter

more speed than balance

given by you

i live propelled

more speed than balance

barely touching the ground

i live propelled

by captured moments

barely touching

          the ground

i hold

          my first

computer

          my captured

moments

stars

       and

moons

          in

black

A few weeks ago with the help of my first computerized telescope (a gift from Sangodare) and the advice of my youngest brother Seneca about the rare proximity of Mars, I saw one of the moons of Mars. The Yoruba scriptures teach about how generations of stars release all known elements into the universe, emitting the dust that becomes planets. What I mean to say is I am exactly where I need to be. Amongst the moons and stars as usual. And holding onto this computer like it can hold this cosmic relationship, this black matter I am dressed in, the vast complexity of intergenerational relationship: a poem about my father. It still feels like this. A rushing towards, a leaning down inspiring a solar smile from the girl with the computer in her hands.

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