kikpesan; rain
march 30th, 2020
and I love the way she comes in
and stays
deciding to take up all space almost immediately
grey skies follow guards up to protect
ceremony has begun
allow us to pause
deep breath
put ourselves at a halt
she needs to let out that firey head top
sorrows
and sorrows
fleeing from her scalp
she lets out a little bit of her teas
drip
drip
the trees dance as they greet
warriors following behind
following along
they come in
make a couple of stomps
yell
honour her song
stopping any sudden motion
attention is rearranged
nothing is more important
than to watch your loved ones grieving ceremonies
watch as she performs
watch as she hovers over every part of the story
then we watch
watch as she breaks
showing you what we truly do to this place
her tears flow harder
our guilts grow larger
she says how did you learn to forget your very own bed
but you seem to remember every other thing you try to protect
I sit and ponder
always this ensemble
she always makes me pause
enter these streets
streets of thoughts and bilites
travel until I wake then become reminded that no rest lives when your spirit is awake
her beautiful flashes lights up every step I try and speak
silence
is only wanted
so
I hear her full cries and screech
every darkened sky
turned more grey untied
like messy intertwined time
but I love the sounds she makes
hitting every little thing in this place
no one can run from her
even inside she lives in your taste
bolts framing her art work
In every glance
in any folk
this showcase
this performance
deserves
commoted devotion
who gets to see elegance like this
she is the master of motherly forms
the most ultimate bliss
every feminine energy
moves sways rocks to her beat
rap a tap tap
on these little heart beats
may we cry and cry
this entire spring
mourn to welcome the peace
sing to welcome the geese
water the medicines
as it’ll be her time to perform the next piece
patience
kikpesan
let it ran on our grieving heart strings
