Reminiscing

i haven’t
thought
of you
in long…
but you
have arisen
in sentiment
and memory.
how could
i have not
loved
you?
amidst
the smoke
and mirrors
of my
dreams.
set within
a city
of hills
and lights
and fog
and Isley Brothers’
songs.
how could i
not
have loved
you?
me, the lonely
girl
in woman’s body
searching worlds
and foreign landscapes
for love.
and you
a predator
of modern times…
so far beyond
those days
I lurk
in divine crevices
and alleyways
sifting through
the refuse
smiling
at the outcome;
the miracles
that have
advanced me
sustained me
expanded me
and
grounded me
in
something
more.

–Linda Tauhid

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Olivia

i remember
how we
would sit
at DeAnza Hotel
and listen
to Darryl sing
by the fire;
and we would
request
our favorites
and toast
The Season,
the times,
our hope,
our joy,
our zest for love
and life.
i have been told
that i expect too much
from people;
i might agree:
being weak
inconsistent
but wanting more
from others.
i am alone now;
no balloons
no flowers,
no California,
and
no love.

Linda Tauhid
12/20/14

That Secret Christmas… (reconstructed)

that secret Christmas…

when we drove

to Capitola

and the city

welcomed us with lights.

and they mirrored on the water

and celebrated

with us.

as we fasted that day

Ramadan in December,

Christmas in Capitola;

and ate calamari at Grendel’s

at sunset

while I smiled at the man

with his wife

who

could not speak.

I am awed

by such moments

of

comfort

and

joy

and I revel

in such

love-filled

gifts

in life.

that secret Christmas…

 

Linda Tauhid

Kumasi

i remember
that rainy night
in Kumasi
and we ate
from street vendors
and danced
as the rain
poured down
with strangers
in the warmth
of an
African night.
and when I
hear the songs
of that time
i hear your heart
calling
to me
across
the time
and distance
and troubled seas;
i know
so certainly
that you,
wherever you
are,
you are
mine.

Linda Tauhid