Griot

Sbisa // "my heart beat like a hammer"

I would liken you to a night spent in the simple silence of listening

were it not for the thunders of your utterance,  

of your applause.

'You’ve so much to offer and we’ve so much to receive,' the universe says to me,

unrolling old scrolls stowed on dusted shelves carefully.

The story is there; in the vacancy of weeded lots,

on streetcars,

on painted floors where koi fish swim with dancing bears,

at desks and leaning back in office chairs.

The universe unfolds

exactly as it should:

with no concern for plot.

Sbisa // George Dureau