RE-INCARNATION
A POETRY INTROSPECTION
By
Denée Tyler
This is just to say
I'm sorry I unfriended you on
Facebook.
I know it's never nice to get that
notification.
Forgive me, but I just couldn't
tolerate your posts about
angels,
visions,
divine intervention,
manifest destiny,
and Trump.
I am from the stenographer, the
sailor, the teacher, the rancher, the leader of the band, the child bride, and
the short order cook.
I am from lemons seasoned with salt,
sweet corn slathered with butter, and old fashioned popcorn oil-popped in a
pan, all served with a side of stories, Rook games, folk songs, and harmonica.
I am from wind that never ceases and
red dust that seems everywhere at once, the stench of pig on one side and the
miasma of wood pulp on the other, all smelling of money.
I am from the west coast and the
east coast and even the Gulf of Mexico, relocating again and again and leaving behind friends, memories, and a newborn infant
in a lonely grave.
I am from terrible secrets kept and
revealed, changing paths and changing lives, but never changing my love and
hope.
I am a phoenix.
Changing my life mid cycle,
Taking on a new world view,
Opening my mind to new perspectives
and people,
Shedding old beliefs and dogmas,
Rising from the ashes of my former
life,
A different but glorious being.
