I imagine you sitting feet firmly
on the floor of the subway train
You said when the newness runs off
of the city you will have to confess
That you entered a shit storm of a decision
Leaving lavender pods growing wildly
To not remind you of the healthy meyor lemon
tree growing in my garden
I waited till you came back from Haiti
Energizing others like you always do
Sitting with you at the airport
I watch the beauty behind your smile
That anxious beauty on the
verge of transformation
I watch you fly.
Ahmunet Jessica Jordon is a Black, queer writer, performer, and holistic practitioner, currently residing in the Bay Area. She is committed to sharing raw stories of the Black experience to ignite change, transformation, and healing through art: www.Ahmunet.com.