We are not divided by
our politics. That’s a lie.
We are divided by chains
of mountains formed by
the folding of the earth’s crust.
A full Gospel assembly of
geological ruckus.
Under extreme pressure, when the butter melts and foams on the
rubber spatula of a mountain boulder, race
does not keep us from understanding,
at least not the way erosion does.
The soft shell crab edges of eons rubbing each other, an
earthquake on the elbow and a volcanic eruption between the toes,
like stepping on a razor-sharp piece of glass in St. James Parish,
Barbados.
St. James Parish, Barbados
