Sagittarius Moon : a poem
by Aziza Bizanz
Sneak preview: This post includes poetry that reflects on growing resilience and liberation from the rubble of dislocation and trauma.
Sagittarius Moon
Like Salmon my body knows
The direction of home
Sweet
Salty
Bones align
Where the moon meets
Pinpoints exact coordinates
Blood moves like rivers to the central ventricle
Cells, fluids converged
In remembering
The sounds the forest made
On the day of my birth
Which could be felt in the wilderness inside me
Winding streams routed to the ocean
Same pathways blood takes to reach my heart.
We were born into rupture
so deep
exile
So deep
Empty spaces where roots belong
Where roots
Long
To be
We cannot move upward without roots
They said
How many times will I re-enact the dislocation of my people?
Lapis tells me you cannot move downward without truth
Throat expansion supports bones remembering
Healing is what we fire people do
Burning away everything
That stands in the way
Of fighting
For truth
Which is the same as love
Burning down to the ground systems
That keep us In projection,
Unable to look
Directly at my pain
At your pain
At
My rage
At
Your rage
Splitting from
What makes us magic
To uphold a version of survival
That doesn’t serve us
Not your liberation
Not mineIf we want our magic back
We must be intimate with
The parts of us that we have rejected
The parts of others that we have cast away
Begin to hold a tension that feels like danger
But is actually a wounded liberation
Rising from the ashes.
Centaur arching
Kahlil sag moon
Bring back to salmon