making space
finding grace
for three—
the two of us
divided by you.
a trinity
life without waste
a union of particles
evolution rearranged
a difference without change
transformation
i trace
my reflection in your face
a thousand years gathered
to this moment
you are here
temporary finality
un-conceivable ending
for a moment in time
by K. Osei
no matter how i try,
i can never do justice to a tree,
at least,
not how mama could see.
the way the sun reflects the sheen
of their assorted hair styles,
such calm creatures i’ve ever seen.
harmoniously at ease,
a symphonic flow
of morning breeze.
they never complain,
surrender tears
to ax, borers, or pain.
the artistic, often animated patterns of light
and shadow at play as scintillant streams
twist and shimmy through the canopy,
coloring the canvas floor.
never do they cease to bring forth
their prostrate crops
of geometrical shape each season,
habitually chased by grand conspiracy
of sublime blush at summer’s end,
until their ever-graceful death.
my perception is unreliable,
lest i behold myself.
how splendid you are,
even in your death
i am covered and warm.
you extend my sight and ear,
with vision to hear.
by K. Osei
i know where God lives.
in the room at the top of the stairs,
open the door, you’ll find him there.
in the morning he do yoga — writing and shit,
sometimes he travel right where he sit.
i still see him, though he’s not there,
just a hologram fully aware
a window in the room opens to reality.
when i look, i’m not sure if i see him, or i see me.
yesterday he smoked a j
and did taiji the short form way
through a crack in the door i watched them fling,
twist and step with Cheng Man-ch’ing.
i know where God lives.
he’s in the room at the top of the stairs,
just open the door, you’ll find him there.
he loves to laugh without a grin,
delights his presence, redeems his sin.
on a tree i hung,
he watched me die,
then shouted hallelujah as i cried.
he wiped my tears and dried my eyes,
then gently commanded me —
rise.
by K. Osei
we are who we are said i;
is the saddest hymn sung to me.
relinquish hope and give up try,
for this is your destiny!
never nay ever was the voice
in response to thee.
i am who i choose,
all else is pretend – you see?
imagination is the real,
of all i clam to be.
by K. Osei
mama’s dirt floors
were always clean
mama was like dust,
she settled on everything,
at dawn’s first light
mama could be seen.
light and easy
she floated on air,
like tiny specks
mama was everywhere.
things we couldn’t see,
like behind the old clock,
mama was there.
even when something
i thought i knew –
couldn’t hide,
mama was there too.
mama never worked with no haste,
like bread, and trees,
mama produced no waste.
by K. Osei