Bridge Called (for @maiamedicine)
After Audre Lorde’s “Bridge Through My Windows”
With wireless string and titanium cans
We lace the time zones in unmetered song
For the sisterhood of thinking through this all day long
Some people call it
They know not the substance of our skin.
We are each of us shorelines
Standing watch from sites another might arrive at or remember
We will never be
unless we ignore everything
rolling ourselves into swallow
So we reach taut and weighted arm to arm to arm
As if we never wanted it to be easy
Taking as our model
Mother Harriet’s up all night thirst for stars.
And her warning
That no one’s turning back.