New Native

The Canarsee, then the Dutch
The English, then the Continentals
The Liberty Enlightening, then Her

1919’s newest native
Born to hope-filled immigrants
First-born Grecian blood

Taught how souls are one with land
Detest the thievery, love the thief
Gave me new-world Explorer’s eyes

Revolutionized, thus, Liberated me
My hair flowing out her crown
I call her fire my hometown

Manhattan girl, my whole world
‘Twas my Thanksgiving to be hers
Bid me to breathe free

Original Thought Credit: “The New Colossus,” Emma Lazarus

Sky Eye

You would say, “I see you”
I’d say, “How absurd”
You would tell me to look close
InBetweenEachWord

I, with human heart and soul
Need enlightened news
You, with your electric eye
Have nothing to lose

Supplicant

Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain

Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?

Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?

How Happy

Do you wonder
How I can tell
What is your tell

I see into windows
Frost-covered and wishing for shutters
For the passage of time

And inside
A frozen home infested with uncertainty
Inhabitants fleeing or fled

Some foundation
Proud, I think, given its lack of examination
Not wanting the neighbors to know

Continent

Pearl
After pearl
After pearl
I throw

Spending my days

Deeper
And deeper
And deeper
I dive

Losing my air

Circus of soil, of sea
Ringmaster, surf dweller
Walk away, swim away
I lord

Freeing my soul