December 12th, 2008

poetry, exceptindreams

361: Father Carlo

“Father Carlo”
Emilie Ana Rosenblatt

Hopes dimmed on Wednesday
for a priest who vanished
after sailing into the air
under hundreds of colorful balloons.

The priest has been missing since Sunday,
when he lifted off from Paranagua
wearing a helmet,
an aluminum thermal flight suit,
waterproof coveralls,
and a parachute.

Rescuers in boats,
planes and helicopters
continued to search
off Brazil”s southern coast,
near where a cluster of yellow,
orange, pink and white balloons
was found floating in the Atlantic.
Others hunted through coastal forests
for signs of the priest.

I told him the winds
would carry him
all the way to South Africa.
He said
that he”d studied everything carefully
and that he would go ahead.
I honestly thought he was joking.

It is getting harder to hold on to our optimism.




It is getting harder to hold on to optimism.
poetry, exceptindreams

362: Nikki-Rosa

"Nikki-Rosa"
Nikki Giovanni

childhood remembrances are always a drag
if you’re Black
you always remember things like living in Woodlawn
with no inside toilet
and if you become famous or something
they never talk about how happy you were to have your mother
all to yourself and
how good the water felt when you got your bath from one of those
big tubs that folk in Chicago barbecue in
and somehow when you talk about home
it never gets across how much you
understood their feelings
as the whole family attended meetings about Hollydale
and even though you remember
your biographers never understand
your father’s pain as he sells his stock
and another dream goes
and though you’re poor it isn’t poverty that
concerns you
and though they fight a lot
it isn’t your father’s drinking that makes any difference
but only that everybody is together and you
and your sister have happy birthdays and very good
Christmases
and I really hope no white person ever has cause to write about me
because they never understand that Black love is Black wealth and they’ll
probably talk about my hard childhood and never understand that
all the while I was quite happy.




Lest I confused you, I really am quite happy.