Two Poems by Junious Ward

Virginia Health Bulletin, Extra No. 2


Blessings

my black family reunion is jealous                                 my white family reunion is jealous
                                    they are covetous of each other’s things
My mom’s folks use two picnic tables                            while the other reunion requires a resort
                                             one is intimate and one is swollen
this one; we all here despite the odds                              that one; more kin than you ever seen
                                    attendance percentage v. actual numbers
but jealousy peeks through when                                    over a busy, packed-calendar summer
                                    my kids can only tamp down a suitcase for one
they don’t get to see parts of themselves                                   where are the jokes, the cousins
                                                       they missed growing up
driven by instinct, I react as mediator                             playing dozens or spades at the picnic
                                                praying over fish-fry hushpuppies
praying over burgers and dogs                                       what we remind ourselves of is this:
                                                it is important to give thanks for
everything that seems a given                                        every member able to torque a schedule
                                              the meal that brings us together and
fills our spirit like heaping plates, leads us          outweighs envy, no one eats until the prayer
                                                confirms how one we are


Author’s Note: As the product of a southern interracial marriage, I am always keenly interested in the prevailing thoughts and attitudes that were either prevalent when my parents began courting or had been heavily influenced by things like the Racial Integrity Act or this Health Bulletin that announced it. Erasure gives me a way to talk back, to subvert the conversation, to create a contrapuntal where the document is altered by both black space and white space. There is also room, particularly in the footnotes, to contemplate [dominant race]ness—what it means, how it’s viewed, and (for lack of a better term) how it is policed.

My family has two family reunions each year, my dad's side and my mom's side. I wrote the first draft of this poem after a particularly busy summer where my kids could only attend one of the family reunions due to scheduling conflicts. A conversation with them reminded me of how differently they experience these two events, even though they love both reunions. In subsequent edits it seemed natural for the poem to be a contrapuntal, where there was a natural friction and various perspectives that ultimately rejoin to one conclusion—gratitude for family. Oneness.


Junious Ward is a poet living in Charlotte, NC, and author of Sing Me A Lesser Wound (Bull City Press). Junious has attended and/or received support from: Breadloaf Writers Conference, Callaloo, The Frost Place, and The Watering Hole. His poems have appeared or are upcoming in Four Way Review, Columbia Journal, DIAGRAM, The Amistad, Diode Poetry Journal, and elsewhere.