How to Awaken a Sleeping Language

Taíno in our blood
and on our tongues
stirs, yawns, rises,
no longer lost.

We ignore old historians
who tell us we are extinct.

We chant our ancestors’ first words every day---
iguana, tiburón, manatí, yuca, huracán, cuba,
hamaca, canoa, quiskeya, maíz, borikén.

The search for lost verbs continues.
We have to estimate pronunciation,
spelling, and punctuation.

There was no need for fragile paper
on our home islands
in 1491.

Glyphs were written on stone
carved
indestructible
permanent.

Alive
awake
singing
just like us.
 
Colorful and vibrant drawing of an ancient-style mask with a stream of words coming out of the top of it and hands reaching down to toward the head.
Illustration by Rudy Gutierrez

Source: Poetry (January/February 2025)