By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan L. Daniels
Noel:
the thought of what to eat is as important as how and where to eat
Susan:
Yes, what can we feed on to justify
a meeting between 2 continents,
tectonic plates that do not overlap;
separated by oceanic crust
this food must be elemental & necessary as air;
and where and how will arise from the answer
Noel:
Do we stuff ourselves or should we feel ourselves to a place where we can fill ourselves with us
to this place where fresh palmwine, the nectar of the gods foams and froths and speaks to our dry throats
Susan:
Here, I speak of earth & water
& tangible things
you whisper a banquet made for gods, of souls, of soil, of fruits
never imagined
from the tree we plant together;
this meal can only be by us, for us, and of us
Noel:
Come away to this place where the gentle moon wraps the winking stars in the soft velvety mantle of its embrace, embellishing them in generous streams of silver rays
bathing us in its glow,
where we shall float weightless buoyed by the lightness of our kindled kindred spirits,
come to this dinner, the rolling boundless ocean shall be our table, spread out before us, linking us, seamless, rippling like us, full – the waves shall sing and dance for us and with and by us, and drown out the tiring world in its loud songs of approval as it laps and rolls for us and with us
Susan:
To meet you there, I will leap over the dateline,
like a child jumping rope, or skipping a chip of shale
across the Caribbean;
I will dream this tonight & wrap us in those rays
that I will braid into one light, rays that now touch our faces
a day apart, on different sides of the earth
Noel:
Let us go hand in hand to this banquet of sharing, of caring across the oceans, bridging distances, the oceans roaring in raucous laughter below us,
the star filled night bathed in the soft beams of the approving moon looking on, let us go to this banquet
where anxious hands trace fine circles that mean nothing and yet are full of meanings, that say nothing yet say everything
Susan:
You will not have to teach me this language;
I am a woman who knows full well the words you would trace,
the worlds I would sketch: a silence
that sings twinned in our blood
***Here it is, our blogging friends–the second duet in cyberspace we all wanted to hear. Again, I am honored to alternate my verses with those of a master wordsmith in a poetic conversation. I believe this was inspired by my “What’s for Dinner” piece–this is so much nicer than that…..
Susan Daniels Poetry 