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Once in a small chapel in Chimayo, New Mexico, I knelt in the dirt because I thought that’s what you were supposed to do. That was before I learned to harness that upward motion inside me, before I nested my head in the blood of my body. There was a sign and it said, ‘This earth is blessed. Do not play in it.’ But I swear I will play on this blessed earth until I die. I relied on a Miracle Fish, once, in New York City, to tell me my fortune. That was before I knew it was my body’s water that moved it, that the massive ocean inside me was what made the fish swim.

—Ada Limón

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Poem: Once

Poem: Once, I

Poem: Once

Poem: Once upon a Time: Surfside, Miami

Poem: Once Again at Nonviolence Training, 2017

Poem: Once the World Was Perfect

Poem: Someone once said we were put on this earth to witness and testify

Poem: Once in the Water

Poem: Once in Mexico

Poem: Once, Driving West of Billings, Montana

Once

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