In the spirit

when the spirit burns

beds go unmade

boxes don’t get unpacked

no meals are cooked so

there are no dishes to wash

one purpose sustains

every corpuscle

turned to I will

every muscle

all thoughts

every intention

bend to task

I am we

we are infinite

we know nothing of failure

although of course we have fell down

we bounce back

hive mind

we will

mountains move

seas part

skies open

even in the absence of

manna we shall be fed

the work of the hands

is a powerful prayer

miracles abound here

many mountains behind us

many mountains before us

building the road as we go

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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