MULE and Forty Acres: My Forever Stamp
THE Mule
And the forty acres…
I thought after chatting with Washington folk at mount vernon,
And then meeting such a fine mule
I would talk it over with you
about the forty acre
proposition on the table
and would he
I mean you since you were clearly mentioned in the deal
Without asking you first
In all due respect
Today
Do you recognize me
Am I some One familiar from your Past
Would you
Be willing to join in
Join up as it were
As we made our break toward
Post abolition freedom
There once and for all
He smiled at me
And pointed to Sage partner not herb
And spoke in a whisper
So I and only the stage would hear
My sista friend
No going back to where we were
We are still standing here now
Not extinct
nor even critically in danger
Just hiding
In plain sight is the best disguise
40 acre sustainably is much too small
too much work
for one woman and one mule.
You can’t give
what does not belong to you
we are not stewards
we are the land
the mother earth
the father sky
moon and sun
it is good to see you once again
we know one another
we know the next steps
carefully chosen
mean we will always share
the same space
in perfect balance
I am here
because you were kind
You kept me close
made me a place for me
when supposedly there was no room
fed me
Gave me water to drink
I carried you
Servant leader
In triumph
We are still standing
Your daddy put my face on a forever stamp
So you
just you
would find me and know
Exactly what we would need to do
on any fine day
his promise he would keep
journal May 17, 2021 goat shopping and I met a mule
