CHRIST, rhymes, & Life

Transient as your heart may be home still must have a name your soul, a center to find peace  in the midst of orbit through the turbulence of this world I wonder what hope you find in flight the continual here and there coming and going pushing and pulling leaving and longing the parting, and then the next how do you keep yourself whole in passing, and what is home if it is not a place? I wanted to be gravity, to be constant but us, twilight in transit and you, always crossing stars a sparkle too elusive to align like an enigma shooting through the galaxy tranversing curiosity, I saw you celestial in the constellation of your being do you ever imagine what you must look like  to the stars and the moon the same ones you try to reach the same ones your radiance eclipses and if I could I would give you both but stardust is too mercurial so I hold this space wistful, unrequited as it may be love is still here even if it's not how I dreamed.

She is human. Sha'Carri Richardson is a bonafide star and she does not owe us anything. As a track & field coach and enthusiast, it's been a joy to witness her performances this season and recently at the Olympic Trials as well as the grace she displayed following her finals race. She won it in style, has put herself among the best ever, and captured hearts everywhere with her vibrant personality. I couldn't wait to see her take on Shelly-Ann Fraser-Pryce for the Olympic gold medal in a couple months. And yet here we are just a couple weeks later and she is dealing with a suspension for having marijuana in her system. Her time not in official record books, might not get to run at all in Tokyo, and under the scrutiny of the world. Never mind the absurdity of the rule/ruling, all the problematic notions and racialized history regarding weed and drug policies, and the issues with the International Olympic Committee; I think we've seen enough discussion regarding all th...