Joe Davis

Words ribbon over turquoise 
waters from Jamaica, from 
West Africa to Langston Hughes’ 
America. Pass it on, they say.
A boy gathers up the words and
lays down the beat. He assembles
notes into form, form into
art he stretches like a canopy of
verse and vowel, rhyming possibility 
with presence, struggle with 
healing. He hums a song of human
flourishing and inhabits a 
dance with the world.