Praise

Praise the bounce of each curl  

jazz notes chorusing at every spring  

Praise the sun that nibbles away at my  

“I can’t get out of bed today”s  

Praise the lover who swiftly averts their gaze 

with a smile and a face  

overcome by a heatwave  

Praise the high pitch jingle  

of an infant laughing  

Praise the mountains  

the rivers  

the oceans uninterrupted  

Praise the will of my grandmothers' granddaughters 

our hands still healing  

our bodies still homing  

blueprints of the immortal  

Praise the slippery of my foreign tongue  

the gold of my exhale  

mines overflowing in my lungs  

Praise the flame of this existence  

the jewel in my resilience  

the honey lemon taste of yesterday’s yesterday.