Lucy

Diversity Illuminated

As my skin blooms into soft feathers, ignited by the sharp daze in the sky,
I become weightless

I am divorced from the cycles of time — indifferent to the barriers of space
I seek deep within the corners that have not yet been explored
Corners that would frighten my human, clocked self

The flavors of Indonesian sauces puncture my taste buds, biting me with a spicy story of the cooks behind the counter
I pull off the mask of a tourist; I melt my appetite into the warm vibrancy of new combinations, new sciences, new religions

The songs of Harlem pace the beats of my heart
I feel the perspiration of the woman pressed next to me in the fervent audience
The fringes of her head wrap tickle my shoulders as she bobs up and down

Smoky Caribbean goat meat wafts in the air,
pulling my mind into the body of another human dancer

Hmmmmm
Hu-ummmmm

Voices from new, unknown places create a symphony in my ear
Without the rigid cycles of time and space

I can see the glowing beauty in someone else’s story