From poet and activist Alexis Pauline Gumbs, re-posted from her website. Thanks to Kateri Boucher for the recommendation.
Last night the moon was a bowl again, almost half full out my airplane window. Slightly tilted so maybe moonlight, if it could spill would offer the contents of its light one drop at a time.
Last night, the moon in my airplane window and Tyre Nichols mother’s face on all the airport TV monitors. I can’t hear what she’s saying for all the amplified systemwide announcements, so I just look at her round face and wonder how she’s saying anything at all.
Audre Lorde published the poem “For Each of You” in 1973 for her children who she said were black “in the mouth of a dragon who defines them as nothing.” Like Tyre’s mom, RowVaughn Wells, Audre looked to the heavens. Here is Audre’s astronomical offering:
Remember our sun
is not the most noteworthy star
only the nearest
Audre’s clarification of what space means has trailed me since I was a teenager. I couldn’t grasp the meaning of this stanza until at least a decade after I read it. And then I shook my head. All this time I had believed the colonial education that taught me it was my brightness that mattered above all else. No. Audre clarifies while her children get death threats at their Staten Island grade school, it is where you are that matters. The sun is close enough to make all this photosynthetic life on Earth breathe.
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Yes, go read the rest of the article/post/devotional. Inspiring and challenging in a very good way… here are some closing thots from the piece…
“So can I stay in orbit, letting all this light reflect off of me, with all my craters in view, evidence of everything in the universe that has crashed into me? Can you keep reflecting light when you too have your own rough places where something richoted off you while you were just minding your business?
“I don’t know if I will ever be as brave as the moon. But I know I want to. I know I want to stand between you and all the light and shadow that we don’t yet understand and shape it into some kind of gift.“