North Africa

i have missed North Africa

in my travels

and now i long for

its cultures

its dry warmth.

i have missed North Africa,

its ambience,

the ripe smell of its markets

its people

its music

their artistic displays

of food and wares

its waters

its desert sands.

the sounds of the

muezzin’s call,

the hawkers, the tingle of

clanking jewelry.

but for me

no more time

and few travels left

so all that i have are dreams

and remembrance

and khol-eyed tears

staining my spirit

for all i’ve done,

all that i still

long to do;

all that i’ve lost,

and for all

that i



Linda Tauhid


Truly Transcendental

seeking Love

seeing not only color

in humans,

but levels

of light;

eschewing darkness

mixing with the forces

of the uni-verse


its Word

not angry

but hopeful

not structured

not amorphous


and bright;

walking in faith

crying evaporative tears

laughing into

the skies









Linda Tauhid


The Dress

i knew i would wear

that dress

somewhere special…

denim top, with a long sweeping

skirt printed on ivory.

and the hat

of ivory with a gold band.

i wore it at the San Jose

Jazz festival that summer,

then packed it

and took it to Nairobi

with me.

and one warm day

in Mombasa

i wore it to town

with a colorful headwrap

and waited in the town center,

until those around

had let my friend know

that I was in town.

he came shortly

and greeted me

a friendship of innocence

and regard.

a starter for Mombasa city matatus (buses),

he always escorted me

to the beach

and we would sit on the wall

of Jomo Kenyatta’s beach house

until it fell dark;

then bus back into

the city

and stop for a mango/avocado smoothie

or some ice cream.

he would drop me

at my hotel

and say goodnight.

the last time that

i saw him

he told me that he was planning

to travel overland

to South Africa.

and me, back to Nairobi and work–

then back to America…

all long gone

and almost forgotten

like the dress

that i wore

that day;


so special.
Linda Tauhid