The night lulls everyone to sleep
I go to the windy deck to seek out something ancient.
Or, was I called there?
The simple act of opening the portal door onto the platform of the deck, mists my face, nothing more. It is a chilly silence with the hint of a whisper. “Come closer to the edge..”
Like the wooden frame of the ship creaking under the pressure of the water, the ship speaks, directing me to the groans of my own container, moving along through the water as a heavy being.
Groaning. Old. Ancient. Made of bones, a passage from Africa to Brazil
In the middle of the ocean… fruitless death
1.7 million slaves never made it to Brazil from Africa, and can I hear the muffled screams of the dead. I can feel their floating graves underneath the bottom of the sea –so deep- yet anchorless.
This woke me.
Not one voice, but the voices of many… at night, woke me.
They said, “remember this, and take our unborn home with you. No freedom is in death, but a soul-awakened is never alone…”