Ode to Toni Morrison
Photo credit: Time Magazine
I look at the words on the page
But for you I’m sure they were more than words—
I imagine the author seated, pen in hand
Pondering the winter snow
The memories of seasons past
When flowers bloomed
When the trees were not bare and beaten down.
If footprints were like a journey,
That snow would be the perfect canvas
Those trees would be the witnesses
To the journey they were forced to take
The strength of will it took to stay alive
Past remembrances guiding their steps,
Sheer grit to persevere the wind.
Falling flurries blind the lonely traveler
Constantly remind them they’re powerless
Against the icy rage of snowclouds;
I remember trudging through the storm
Looking back on my footsteps
How quickly they were lost in the sea of white
Wintry heavens silence the world
So one’s colors cannot show
And their history stays hidden.
But there’s passion in your words
The kind of warmth that thaws those icy footprints on the ground—
As they wash away memory
In our swiftly tilting planet—
The kind of sun that lengthens the day,
Promises that the fight was not in vain.
I hope you woke up to that sunshine today,
that it kissed your lovely face
And touched you with the warmth you’ve so freely shared with our world.
Farewell to you
May your spirit guide us as we look through the blinding white
Towards the other side of heaven
And the sun with whom you sailed
About the author: Camilo is an artist from Houston, Texas. You can find him at the water's edge with a mug of coffee in hand.