& the beloveds emerged one by one
August 21, 2019
Poet and educator Tyree Daye reflects on a photograph by Southbound artist Matt Eich. As part of our Call & Response series in conjunction with Southbound: Photographs of and about the New South, we’ve asked artists, writers, and poets to respond to a photograph of their choice in the form of short written pieces.
By Tyree Daye
& the beloveds emerged one by one
we stand in the light
praise openly
for days we rattle with an old song
until an uncle comes back to the blue earth and the valley
in our stomachs fill
each child has had enough and sleeps with arms
so wide they can touch both worlds
and bring back an aunty in the morning
and three cousins still talking about bad men
the blue earth is singing
and our singing is turning blue
in the morning the dead turn the color of ocean
grandmothers long buried return as one bird
to feed us like we were babies again
and when the water touches our head let it be
always now and happening the future
is black and flying the prayer will go
thank you blue earth
where one body begins another
you are enough
we shake from your touch
look at the garden of my seeking
the soil i’ll lie down in it
“& the beloveds emerged one by one” is a line borrowed from Aracelis Girmay
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