A Longish Road Going So
To occupy no space, no place, no time
To occupy a distance
A distance that is longish
With an emphasis on the -ish
A C-section in the sea section
And the manifestation of itself
Refusing to be simple
2 de bone
To occupy space, place, and time
There is no distance
But this no-when is long
So very long it goes nowhere
A C-section in the sea section
And the manifestation of itself
To embrace paradox
Flesh and bones and roots and strings and branches and breathe; definitely breathe
On the first Saturday after Labor Day
Who labors?
And we participate on a las lap
Emergent
What does it mean to be of a place?
A home that could never be yours
But the image burns so hot
False memories are all we can remember
Did you know Hamilton was birthed here
But do you know who was not
To be conceived but never birthed
Or to be birthed and never conceived
So
And out comes the distance
Take the M23-SBS to Ave of the Americas
RUN
Take the F to Kew Gardens - Union Tpke
RUN
Take the Q10 to Lefferts Blvd / 111 Ave
Or the fun part
Wait till your mother makes the stop and brings a roti back for you
Did this trip make you feel closer to “home”?
Does remembering make you feel closer to home?
You didn’t labor there
But the sea labors
Should we celebrate?
Should we all just forget?
Even better swim there yourself no need to wait for your mother.
No need to wait till the Saturday after Labor day
No need to remember false memories
Allyuh best be seeing your grandmother now
She’s not on a last lap but she’ll be at ours
Whining those ole bones
Speaking like she never arrived
So far away
Like there is no distance
But the sea
It remembers our body
But to remember it is so hard
When your father barely knows it himself
But he knows the land
How can he forget
That’s why everyone knows
Everyone knows the first Saturday after Labor Day
But at who’s home
We will not be taking the bus to the las lap
And Sparrow will be there
Who else?
Will everyone go home?
Or to this home
It’s getting late but the neighbors won’t complain
Maybe they just know
To refuse to be simple
Cuse it’s in de bone
In de bone marrow
Take a longish road going so
To acquire space, construct a place, and conform to time
All while being in the distance
Enough space, space place, and time
Only remember distance
Across all of these
And distance across distance itself
Somehow this trickster of a spider, Anansi, made it across the sea section
And gave the wisdom
We never established when these places enter into our tale
But like all places
And all stories
We make them up
Now did Anansi really spread this wisdom
Or what's more likely
It’s all made up
What can be made up
When no one knows
But only the sea
To come to terms with the spaces and places within time and distance
No singularity to start
Only branches entangled
A rhizome