I think I’ve figured out
that you (blond, blue-eyes, sculpted lips)
occupy a space of simplicity
that you are the opposite
of the kind
of the LRA
kidnapping and torturing children,
that now run to towns every night to sleep
to avoid being turned
into killing machines.
That you are not
the children of Afghans who fought Russians
and grew up in madrases
to become institutions of hate.
That you are the many operational departments
of the UN,
unexplained, necessary, confusing but hopeful.
That you are resilience,
stronger than will.
And admist your affections,
which I am drenched in –
little jewels of a juicy pomengrante,
pear juice dribbling down my wrists during summertime,
warm oils on achy muscles,
your love of water
and my love of swimming,
our love of existing in water –
I now understand a little more how the world functions
with reality television shows,
and struggling NGO’s
A generation of HIV-AIDS orphans in Africa
become a generation,
mental illness destabilizes the brave,
seeds of hate mature into violence.
So when you tell me,
at the wrong time,
how my mother’s gold jewels make me look like a princess,
and your favorite is me in yellow silk,
(that one I wore with the white lace)
it is the right time.
Or when you make an inappropriate joke
when I’m furring my eyebrows at the complexity,
it now makes me giggle.
You remind me of a simplicity
which renews hope.
When our worlds collided on the street you didn’t absorb my limitations,
and the laughter, the cool evenings,
the water, the teasing, the red t-shirts,
the tickles, the runny mascara, the prickly heat,
all told me
I’m not limited.
I love how you’re happy to be yourself.
i love how you’re happy to be yourself with me.
You are the capability of co-existence.