Figure 7
My black triangle sandwiched between the geography of my thighs
Is a Bermuda of tiny atoms forever seizing and releasing the world
My black triangle is so rich that it flows over on to the dry crotch of the world
My black triangle is black light sitting on the threshold of the world
Overlooking deep-pink probabilities
and though it spares a thought for history my black triangle has spread beyond his story beyond the dry fears of parch-ri-archy
spreading and growing trusting and flowering my black triangle carries the seal of approval of my deepest self
My Black Triangle - Grace Nichols