“The Hennenites”
There is a beauty among us
In this the gathering
Multiple scars impaled
Upon each other
Carving up Cajun words
Into the Hennen’s jar
Together we are the sum
Of unknown parts
Fingered minds and body of rhymes
This beautiful gathering
In a beautiful time
We are the planting
The seeds of coming spring
Budding minds
The longing beings
New poets standing in line
Screaming dreams
Spilling freely onto the screen
Birthing words
Filling up carafes
Into chapel glass
Sips and gulps
Spitting and spraying
Onto a neon screen
Scraps turned into a meal
Thank you for this writers feast
Thank you for this year
We were once concealed
Now we’ve been “Observed”
And this is the beauty among us
The planting of us
Seedlings searching for the sky
Asking questions why?
We grow then old we die
But in the end
A single growing tree
The flowering of leaves
The mirroring of nature free
We were meant to be
The Hennenites
