roraima tepui

Blue-Green Great House of Spirits

Before Time

Sunrise rests us on the edge of the lofty plateau in a dew-drenched delicate world. Sky, water, and land combined, this summit sparkles softly with the tiniest algal plants and rainbow air. Aglow. Our skin glistens too.

At last, Atabey, we are here now. Even if there is no time here.

At last. Here. Now.

We search for the point, the edge of the world, to look out. And Sun’s breath clears the sky.

Scanning over miles of rainforest and snaking rivers, we see the sea shimmering into the distance, and beyond, the black smoke of Maboya boils.

Ke Choreto, the floating island, now capped with its dome, is moving southeast away from the scalding, in our Caribbean Sea.

Through our mirror, the blaze of oil death is blinding. But looking through the fire, we see my father fall from Maboya’s grip. Turey Ara elders drop from the sky. My gut sinks with my father, mother, Atabey oh.

a coconut eye slips

out of my mouth

supermoon pulls

the highest tide

dragging waves

of seagreen shame

coral mucus

coats the busy tongue

that licks persistently

moontide raging anger

strong as desire

sand bruising

sea urchins’ jelly insides

jab molassie dancing

to fire-crack thunder

belching

arrows of lightning

back to heaven

this is the darkest blue

my love

the deepest blue

bury me in our onesea

when no flowers

scent the ocean bed

if floods choke

the surface gaze

when seaweed binds

the engine blades

tying

fishermen’s stomachs

in their nets

take me to the darkest blue

my love

into the deepest blue

tropical trough

and moon’s perigee

suck back waves

peel the

lowest tide bare

the wet tongue

licks persistently

our onesea heart lies

exposed

pulsing a purple

beached anemone

trickling saltwater blood

on drying sand

hurricane heat

scalds the widest shore

scalping seabed dreams

scraping razor

across tender skin

as rain holds its breath

this is the deepest blue

my love

and the lightest too

We grip each other tight. Pressing ourselves together, in this instance, every instance, but only now, our every sense and being is touching every living thing around us. A fuse of a thousand universes charges our core — into knowing that there is no single Great Spirit. Oneness is in our part and symmetry with every leaf, feather, rock, drop of water, speck of life, and air.

Oneness

Onelove

Bi radiates through us and all, vibrating our transformation into fully charged adults. Jan!