one week into a new year i find myself waiting for direction for this year’s blogging, savoring lucille clifton’s message from the ones over rooibus tea
some of you have been blessed
or cursed
to see beyond yourselves
into the scattered wrongful dead
into the disappeared
the despised
none of you has seen
everything
none of you has said
everything
what you have not noticed
we have noticed
what you have ignored
we have not
