POEM WITH NO NAME

I know

your name

but I will

not tell…

I saw

your picture…

but there’s no more

time

to wait

or to dream

or to take

some drastic

action…

and i

am ok with that.

after all

it’s been decades;

ions in a lover’s years,

with many

detours

and

and choices

in which we

we were never mutually

involved.

yet you

look peaceful

with a light

that must come

from faith

or joy

or gracious

resignation;

or something else

that i may not

understand;

and in that

I may be

your

twin,

separated

at that painful birth

and with you

now

living,

but

drawing

closer

to

that

final

chapter

of the book(s)

that

we

have

written.

Linda Tauhid

©️2/20/24

Maestro Les McCann

the maestro

left so quietly

that i almost

missed it.

i am sure there must

have been a seismic shift

or some other

universal phenomenon

to recognize his going

or to celebrate

in the world

he will now

be inhabiting.

if not,

the shift

in my heart

should be enough

for now.

“Trying to make it real

compared to what…”

as the greats leave

one cannot mourn

because what they left behind

is self-sustaining,

above

mortality,

timeless.

so we let them rest

and play their music

and sing their songs

to keep ourselves

believing

and

to soothe

our

souls.

Linda Tauhid

©️2/4/24