This Is the Honey
There is no room on this planet for anything less than a miracle
We gather here today to revel in the rebellion of a silent tongue
Every day, we lean forward into the light of our brightest designs
& cherish the sun
Praise our hands & throats
each incantation, a jubilee of a people dreaming wildly
Despite the dirt
beneath our feet
or the wind
pushing against
our greatest efforts
Soil creates things
Art births change
This is the honey
& doesn’t it taste like a promise?
Where your heart is an accordion
& our laughter is a soundtrack
Friend, dance to this good song—
look how it holds our names!
Each bone of our flesh-homes sings welcome
O look at the Gods dancing
as the rain reigns against a steely skyline
Where grandparents sit on the porch & nod at the spectacle
in awe of the perfection of their grandchildren’s faces
Each small discovery unearthed in its own outpour
Tomorrow our daughters will travel the world with each poem
& our sons will design cities against the backdrops of living museums
Yes! Our children will spin chalk until each equation bursts a familial tree
Rooted in miraculous possibilities
& alive
![An illustration by Weshoyot Alvitre of two children playing with chalk](https://s3-us-east-2.amazonaws.com/cdn-test.poetryfoundation.org/content/images/1fa725078e73468ac20600eddec68ab9d7b25557.jpeg)
Source: Poetry (March 2021)