POEM: NAME THE OLDEST MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY

photo by Alex Lear

 

 

NAME THE OLDEST MEMBER OF YOUR FAMILY

 

the baby, the new born, is the oldest

member of the family, not yet fully a person

her whole being is ancient, albeit fresh

into the contemporary air she is a bundle

of chromosomes & flesh drawn from every forbear who

preceded her bawling in this world, in her bones

she knows nothing but the impulses of spirits

this society misnames ghosts, she will put

a block, her hand, a rose, a roach into her mouth

attempting to taste everything, and as she grows

she will become younger until she is so old

on the threshold of death, the thinness of her skin

a translucent veil parting in preparation for her transition,

her descent into the depths of resurrection, a total dissolving

into the body of the earth, and her ascension into the bodies

of progeny, the common far away look of elders

which we mistake for some sentimental remembering

is really the twilight savoring of the delectable

newness of every precious breathing moment, the flavor

that normally only those just entering or just leaving

eternity are wise enough to distinguish

 

—kalamu ya salaam