left handed child (NPM2017 10)

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i dreamed of the left-handed

child standing in the middle of

the road

i have been dreaming about

preaching on milk cartons

most of my dreams

come from the ocean

my sleep is a classroom

my teachers

are mostly dead

they speak

because i listen

i dreamed of the left-handed

child standing in the middle

of the road

i have dreamed of

a line stretching

back to the beginning

how can a line be

a maze

snatch a people out of a

paradigm set them

outside of existence

and majick must

occur if they

are to go on

they must be protagonist

crossing a desert

coming into

the maze of another

man’s logic

a straight line

up out across

an ocean

i have dreamed of

sitting on the bottom

looking up

woke to find myself

seeing from above

things revealed

i dreamed of the left-handed

child standing in the middle

of the road

Eya texted me

confirmation

a push in the small

of the back

up the hill

staying to the right

of the left-handed

child leaving yucca

anise brandy and

canary seed

at his feet

Omi tutu.
Ile tutu.
Ona tutu.
Tutu eshu.
Tutu orisha.

staying to the

right side of the road

bowing the left

handed child

armed with bow & arrow

opening

the door for me

Omi tutu. [Mojubar: I give homage
Ile tutu. [Omi:water]
Ona tutu. [Tutu:cool,fresh]
Tutu eshu. [Ile:house,temple]
Tutu orisha [ona: road! path]

About Ayodele Nzinga, MFA, PhD

I create; therefore I am.
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