by MIGUEL BYRD
memory in movement | the groundings with my mothers
memory in movement
egungun
it is we, who
wear the masks
honoring our ancestors
the Dunbars of
Barnwell, South Carolina
Butler, Brooks
Ruth did not stop
hearing the drum
when she heard the
machines of the North
the groundings with my mothers
a summer spent
in Detroit
with two
ancestors living
through a migration
trying not to be-
come motown
than country.
1998, protecting
me from the
fragmenting
of my home.
not a paradox
but a sense
beyond them
told them, to
instill that we
can find home
in spirit, anywhere
if we sit and
re-member that
movement is not
always departure
from self
since the sun moves
every day. in 4
moments, we
changed to
remain the
same, eternal