some kind of way

for Shirlette

sometimes the only way is stomping your foot
'til your words get thunder cousins
beating up through the floorboards
ready to represent

sometimes the only way is to close your eyes
throw your body towards the ceiling
bumping chests with god in greeting
sometimes the only way is to jump

sometimes the only way is slippers
refrigerator refuge
sometimes the only way is a seat
made of prayer, shifting like hello

sometimes the only way is words
clapped together and throat lined with silver
to echo off our faces
fill our small fists of nothing

some people would call
what you do
making a way
out of no way

but i think

you are proof
that there is always
always always
some kind of way home.