devotional gris gris
she calls us under
we go to her and she rise
our names called anew
we come from
day break and sweat
honey suckle and long walks
lightning flash and whirlwind
slow jam and subway
get down and pull up
red earth and cool breeze
skyscrapers rivaling sky
where the moon reckons the tide
starlight in our bones
we our very own
horizon
*poetry and visual art by Nina Angela Mercer
*layout/design by kendall bryant