We Return Home

in the Bayou where the water glistens
of sea moss green
with every bite our heart listens
to the cajun spice dancing
on our tongue
rejoicing and shouting
in spiritual rites—

we return,

to taste the history of the land.
in every grain of rice and tender bean
in the Bayou’s humid, we stand
ingrained within venus
beyond what we have seen
for here—we —jubilee

amidst the swampy wild
permission of spirits grant
a warmth that boils
over, a passion that remains un-cooled,
a harmony outworldly of all that surrounds
and–as–red–beans–fulfills–my
solitude

so too does red beans return—
home

By Sable A.P.H