Day One of Black History Month

In honor of Black History Month, I’ll be sharing poems by Black writers and poets. Today I offer up Saeed Jones’ “A Memory”. Mr. Jones is a contemporary poet who has won multiple awards. He is worth your time to explore. You can start by subscribing to his Substack. Now, here’s the poem.

A Memory

by Saeed Jones

When they finished burying me, what was left of me
sent up a demand like a hand blooming in the fresh dirt:

When I’m back, I want a body like a slash of lightning.
If they heard me, I couldn’t hear their answers.

But silence has never stopped me from praying.
Alive, how many nights did I spend knelt between

the knees of gods and men begging for rain, rent,
and reasons to remain? A body like the sky seeking

justice. A body like light reaching right down into the field
where you thought you could hide from me.

They’ve taken their bald rose stems and black umbrellas
home now. They’ve cooked for one another, sung hymns

as if they didn’t prefer jazz. I’m just a memory now.
But history has never stopped me from praying.