Blessing In The Skies

Stevie Told Me About The Ribbon. . . .

I was called up to meet her in the air.

Boarded her plane; been on board ever since.

We Iived in the same building; now she’s living in my head rent-free.

Worked for the same company. Her company however is the only one I want to keep.

Valentine’s Day, 2019 . . . when our plane (status of relationship) took flight.

Always got her name wrong but that was par for the course — I never did anything right. What she doesn’t know what hurt her because my piss-poor management is not her problem. That’s what The U.S. Navy had a habit of telling us newbies when the most menial of concepts proved too daunting to grasp.

She didn’t drive a hard bargain. She was hip to the ineptness, so she abbreviated the effort.

“Just call me Kri,” she said.

Her intuition clued her in; been my saving grace ever since.

Birth however christened her Koritta. That’s what her momma called her. The liberty of beckoning her by her birthright was only reserved for those who could relate to her struggle, her joy, her pain:

I can’t. I couldn’t. I could never.

Her mother knew her before she knew herself so as they always said: Momma Knows.

Never knew who they were but they got it right this time. Maybe they will do the work for me. Maybe they will tell Koritta that she’s sweet. I wish they would tell her that she’s succulent. She’s soul food. She’s eye candy. All the appellations that would keep a man in his feelings . . . she’s that! After all, Koritta rhymes with “fritter.”

[I always loved the apple variety]. They both make me feel some kind of way.

The idea of getting my fill of both makes me full. One nurtures the body. The other nurtures the soul. The affinities between the two are striking.

If I’m lucky, I’ll get a taste of what she’s really all about. Taste and see that The Lord is good—and he is! If she deems me a worthy suitor to her confidence, I’ll find out if she’s good too. Chances are it was God Almighty that crossed our paths in fact. The devil didn’t do it. He’s never been the author of anything that felt this good. Kismet won’t garner the honor either.

So for now I’ll stick to Kri. I’m fine with the solemnity of Koritta being righted to those who mean the most. I don’t mean that much at this point. Her representative is all I’m gonna get. Right now that’s all I want. Don’t quite know if I can handle the truth otherwise so what’s better left unsaid will serve me right for now.

I’m merely a fringe contender working my way up the rankings. There are levels to this. Like rungs on a ladder, I’ll keep rising ’til I get to the top. In time, I’ll be able to champion her cause.

There will be turbulence: yea I might piss her off.

Emergency landings: the storms of life have a way of interrupting the normal flow of things disturbing the peace daring it to be still.

Delays: like water, sometimes we’ll flow; sometimes we’ll crash. Our position will unsteady. We won’t always be as one. But anyone worth having is worth fighting for so it won’t be hard getting back on track.

I may never get to know Koritta, but you can’t miss what you never had. If what I’m seeing is all I’m gonna get, then I don’t need to know because Kri has been GREAT!!!

Isn’t Kri lovely? ✔️ Isn’t Kri wonderful? ✔️ Isn’t Kri precious? ✔️ But isn’t Kri lovely made from love? ✔️

“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” — Maya Angelou