Sleep Hae.mi, to rest your pulsating care
Where tears are for the past
Taking on an unsuspecting universe
I’ll see you thrive in independence
Comely with the rows of maternal jewels
Cherished by friends, beloved to strangers
Rest Hae.mi, from the wonder of it all
Where change is as lullaby and a signal
Of all that is yet still to come
Where a woman knows her art
And the hospitality of her own heart
And how much to give, and how much to keep
Festive Hae.mi, forgetting to eat
In a manic row with destiny
Faery fingers, soft platonic mildness
You are budding now, out from the mists of Autumn
Industrious, not wandering, thinking in new words
Where we can afford neither peace, nor ignorance in our dreamy lives
Hae.mi, the wildness of care, how well I know thee
To organize the mess of serendipity
To feed the bright array of synchronicity
Where on the floor of a nude sauna in your mind
I am brought to life for a few poems
To witness the birth of new beauty
Where your life borders gold with studs of silver
And art and technical proficiency meet
In your fate at the feet of your most puissant destiny.
Wuji Seshat 