1 Poem by Jacinta White

 

Lands We Travel

We hold lands inside
us like embryos wanting
life. Water. Stones
we have crossed, some
without knowing. Some
forgotten. No matter, they breathe 
inside of us like memories seeping
through the sheets, we toss
and turn before our dreams
color. This is us – 

Someone’s history. Someone’s 
lifeline. Nothing turns inside of me, 
connecting me to its breath, calling 
me Mother. Land
spans inside instead 
no longer distant and foreign. Saints
have called and I have responded

Like old women – hands up, eyes closed –
Holy Ghost spilled over in Communion
wine cups. I drink 
while body broken like lands
open. Somewhere in heaven
my father is praying for rain to fall
on his seeds. Lord, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.

 

Jacinta V. White is a NC Arts Council Teaching Artist. Finishing Line Press published her first chapbook of poetry, broken ritual, in 2012, and Jacinta has work also published by The New Verse News, Prime Number Magazine, Jacar Press, and Press 53. Jacinta is the founder The Word Project. www.jacintawhite.com