Revolutionary

The thought of You organizes confusion,

magnet patterning lines of force. 

Meteor-illogical, weather-wise One,

You wrap the world

in swirling winds of change.

Electric energy dances jagged

in the flash of Your tongue.

You have more snaky twists and turns

than Your River Niger,

and Your truth is oracle of Mystery.  

Changing, we learn to see

Your snowy blanket

birthing, swaddling, winding cloth

for earth sea sky. Boreal glory,

Your aurora, aura, head-cloth,

crackles electric rainbows in the noon night,

dance of nine scarves,

subversive of rigid forms.

Fabric is Yours, and only You can mend it

(ozone layer torn,

rain forest green turned brown Sahel.) 

The dead whisper inside Your skirts.

Your menstrual blood flows confident of renewal,

weaving and un-weaving the fabric of life,

all wounds, abortions, deaths

faces of dynamic healing.

O Healer, weave Your scab

across our torn and bleeding loss!

Lover of losers,

courage of the defeated, thief of fire,

solace of survivors, breaker of chains!

Afro-diety!  Black Love Goddess!

Roll us in Your raven-feather-bed of air,

though cities disappear

and are lost in Your embrace,

and mysteries of transformation

tumble endless in kaleidoscope surprise

behind the billowing curtain

of Your magic theater.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018