Grandmother’s Poem
The nameless dances in the clouds,
the wind bends and the day is crowned.
Eagles soar,
free of all ground
when Asheitu laughs.
Waters roar
splash!
Rocks are contoured.
The people morph
into folklore
when Asheitu laughs.
An enchanting call,
her presence is monumental,
a thirst-quenching rainfall.
She's God’s applause,
moonlight’s reward
an island or
a seed transformed
*Nintanga* in this life
Tis’ my delight to share her light
with y’all
when Asheitu laughs.
She’s hued in joy,
aloof to decoys
in courage she is deployed,
all doubts are destroyed,
when Asheitu laughs.
The moringa tree surrenders its medicines,
a love which only heaven sends.
Coconut fruit so sweet and replenishing,
the infant,
the spirit,
and the ancient
in me agree
when Asheitu laughs.
The northern star liberates,
djembe drums through Zion’s gates.
Mountains hum and valleys celebrate!
A still Lake Michigan glistening
God listens in
when Asheitu laughs.
*Sun in Kusasi language from Upper East, Ghana, West Africa*