I write with the magnanimous support of my academic healthcare colleagues, students and friends who are Indigenous. Seeking, confirming and upholding truth leads to accountability, action and ally-ship. In Canada we are in the nascence of seizing truth and committing ourselves to reconciliation with our Indigenous brothers, sisters and 2SLGBTQQIA people,(2-spirit, lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, queer, questioning, intersex and asexual people). Ancestral lands are being reclaimed through a legal process, First Nations health authorities are self-administered, social and occupational resurgence and flourishing of dignity is occurring in the wake of the inter-generational trauma and discrimination of colonialism.
We celebrate your love
“as the appreciative, responsive commitment
to the flourishing of the Beloved.”*
Dear ones, veer with me into blasphemy
sanctioned by the spirit of unutterable favourites,
Quite simply, not all loves are equal.
Supernova*** alchemy stirs dust storms in nebulae and Burning Man.**
Our golden sun dawns resilient, replenished, redeemed.
Yesterday’s chaff drifts out of infinite reach.
Promises orbit gravity or amend in tangential grace.
Eons hence, as galaxies unfurl,
angels will probe the planets for love like ours.
Beloved love that fires a billion suns.
**Pop up art festival in the Nevada desert.
An Auckland bus stop(s) me,
holding my reflected frame
by the chin of a graffitied poem,
tattooed in curvaceous cipher,
yet a pair of letters peels SEXIST to SEXI.
Heed the invitation to Open Happiness;
but not before nobility defends herself
against the omen of non-consensual ink.