4. When Words Find Me
DoHH – Being
June 6th 2024
I’ve heard it said—
In words that were not mine,
A familiar experience
Under a different sky.
I’ve seen it,
Felt it,
Always so close
But never fitting.
This is why I love the stories—
In music, in poetry, in books,
Lots and lots of books.
Humans take me closer to myself,
Close enough to taste my own reflection.
I see me—
From the outside looking in,
Finding patterns,
Pieces to a lifelong puzzle,
Revealing the mundane,
Seafaring cosmic waters,
Delving into the sacred,
Scary yet satisfying.
My being yearns for more.
With expectation, my tongue goes out to seek.
It is what clouds would taste like—
A white, light, and airy holy communion.
On the tip of my tongue,
It quickly melts into nothingness.
But in that fleeting taste, I find solace.
For in the melting, I am reborn.
Each dissolution, a renewal.
Each ephemeral moment, a testament
To the endless dance of existence.
Every fragment,
No matter how fleeting,
Becomes part of the whole—
A whole that is constantly reshaping,
Reimagining,
Rediscovering itself.
And so I stand,
Mouth open to the sky,
Waiting for another taste.
Deborah Nyamu,
DoHH, 2025.
