diaspora honey
neither here nor there
but the warm familiar place in between
the light flutter, a reminder, my ancestors are within me
my grandmother’s hands pouring chai
her laughter drifting over the mountains
soft and serene
weathered and warm
the soil that bore my ancestors
rooted and growing
dayk u dapîrêt min
bab u bapîrêt min
sopas for pouring that warmth into me
i am that warm familiar place
diaspora honey
neither here nor there
but the warm familiar place in between
privileged, free, but disconnected
aware, conscious, but disconnected
the light flutter, a reminder, my ancestors are within me
my grandmothers hands pouring chai
weathered and warm
her laughter drifting through the mountains
soft and serene
the soil that bore my ancestors, rooted and growing
dayk u dapîrêt min
bab u bapîrêt min
sopas for pouring that warmth into me
i am that warm familiar place
-g