By Nia Joseph
BECOMING
This monsoon: that darkened
Now dresses my windows in the glory of her wetted pearls
This monsoon: that (g)rumbled
Now sings an opera; sometimes whispers a Hallelujah
This monsoon: that quieted
Now visits the sonnets huddled upon the mantle of her mind
This monsoon: that scattered
Now draws us to the hearth, immersing us in the infinite unsaid
This monsoon: that shadowed
Is now a Hail Mary, that our Mother may bring forth Her flower and fruit
This monsoon: a monster unclothed
Now purrs like a kitten, that I may tickle her chin
This monsoon: an adversary
Now walks arm in arm. Innocent. Whistling a tune
This monsoon: pick-pocketer of hope
Now lends us a full breath of abundance divine
This monsoon: once a marshland
Washes away longing and regret, that we may flourish to be
Another Garden of Eden
Nia Joseph is a part-time poet with a published children’s book. She is of the belief that poetry says what no picture or thousand words can. She draws inspiration from nature, relationships and her three young children.
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