Jon Lucien

and

it was back

then

when they

played

that Jon Lucien

in that

New York

apartment

and I

had

somehow

accepted

the life

that i

was living

but

would soon

leave;

my life is tied

to oceans

their wading,

their crossing,

their absence,

their return;

bodies of water,

lakes,

ponds,

pools

and tears.

lands of black earth

and red clay

warm bodies

that smell of musk

and work;

music suppressed

and exalting

poetry

in daily measure

sunshine

rain

storms

and

calm;

dreams

and

realities;

and Love.

–but it’s been so long

since i have spoken

Its Name,

no less

felt its wonder

in my breast

so long…

…and way too far

away.
Linda Tauhid

8/30/15

©2015

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