Here I will Remain
Drops of water–
my roots pushing up from crimson loam, turquoise tendrils of ancient grain
stretching towards the murmuring sky.
Crystalline tears of sapphire and indigo.
let my waters spread through the cracking foundations of this dam of breath and
Let the inviolable light held behind its crumbling walls engulf the river,
and become the ocean…
I of skin and bone,
eyes and ﬁngers,
breath and blood.
I am the creature that moves in your night,
I am tuning to the crickets that serenade your sleep walking life so that–
I know you see me now.
I of olive and umber, sienna and new moon night…I break before you and shatter
into this world;
Flying-madly weaving through the streets-
smashing concrete with
a page of words, a golden hue, a burning hate, a painful love, and an immense
and on these broken streets, these labyrinthine paths,
I will remain.
Tracing the sun’s movement through each breath–
until the ﬁre is kindled, the shelter built, and the still waters hold her once again.
RN: My name is Ruthie Newman. I am first generation Japanese and Sabra American. I honor my androgynous spirit. I am queer. I am rewriting my story, I am yearning, I am forging a path through this wild with the gifts that my ancestors have entrusted me with in this life.