On Goddess

by Najah

They say don’t make homes out of human beings
But you were my first home
The heartbeat I hear when I close my eyes is yours
Or is it your mother’s?
Or her mother before yours?
In the quiet
I hear that
The circle remains unbroken
And Around
As my daughter came to me in the same way
was birthed from the egg that was formed in your womb
Birthed into the light
to the sound of the drum beat
And blues guitar
through the salt tears of pain and tenderness
this is how I know
when I hold her hand
The future is a vision
for us to behold
And I will never go looking for god again