Small Worlds

by Caleb Azumah Nelson

because while the grief is never over, we find a way to walk in the light someone has left behind.

two Black crowns in a haze of our own joy,

How strange time becomes in the face of uncertainty.

eyes ocean-deep, a little glint in them both, as if on the edge of mischief.

I miss the way you make me feel: beautiful and free, like anything is possible.

you cry as you eat, broken by the fatigue, mended by the kindness.

It means making the space for you all to pray, to reach towards your innermost desires; to reach past your beautiful, through your ugly, towards your vulnerable. It means making the space to feel safe enough to ask for anything, and believing what you ask for might be possible.

Maybe this is all we need sometimes, for someone else to believe in the possibilities you see for yourself.