Translation (Thinking of Enoch) for Black People

Carolyn Marie Rodgers

The spirits

we are

live like leaves bowing trees

curtsying, breaking & fencing

into winds.

brushing, bruising & mingling

with each other.

I say,

we will live.

no death is a

singular unregenerating

event.

we will continue to be

constant

to flux

into each other

and surmount

the itinerant style of

the incalculable storms.