For Roy (Roy Hargrove)

it is mesmerizing

how you speak

so eloquently

through

your instrument.

you live!

through the notes

of fire

and water

and blues…

i would have missed you

had you not been

so brilliant,

so diligent,

so committed 

to leave such a legacy;

a catalogue of amazing

collaborations

and expressions

to remind us

that you were

and that you thrived

in service

and

in love.

you live!
Linda Tauhid

©11/16/19

October

fall colors

Pumpkins and squash

slowly fading days

longer languid

nights

degrees of heat

leaving the air daily–

it is October.

memories of

New England walks

and the bite

of the new chill

boots, scarves, jackets…

and soon to come

the gray of

November

the aromas of its feast

the festivities

of December;

and my times

in other climes

with equatorial sunsets

and coastal baths

on New Years day.

traveling through 

December rain 

in London

to get home–

to get home,

to

get

home…
Linda Tauhid

©10/8/19

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

have

forgotten.

Linda Tauhid

©9/22/19

Truly Transcendental

seeking Love

seeing not only color

in humans,

but levels

of light;

eschewing darkness

mixing with the forces

of the uni-verse

speaking

its Word

not angry

but hopeful

not structured

not amorphous

tenured

and bright;

walking in faith

crying evaporative tears

laughing into

the skies

living,

breathing,

dying,

resurrecting;

touching,

healing,

believing…

truly

transcendental.
Linda Tauhid

©9/8/19

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;

someplace

so special.
Linda Tauhid

©9/4/19

Woodstock

it was

the best

of times…

Head Shops

in Cambridge

music

on the Boston Commons.

warm summers

and cold desolate

winters;

Stokely 

in Roxbury

Ramparts,

Black Panthers

in Oakland.

Olatunji

‘drumming with passion’;

Sun Ra,

Nina Simone 

Ravi Shankar,

The Doors;

Mongo Santamaria in New York;

weddings

in Yellow Springs…

Amiri Baraka

at Emerson College.

all juxtaposed

into an experiential

odyssey.

thoughts,

broken paradigms

new constructs:

flowers,

guns,

spiritual awakenings,

sins, faith,

resistance, hope.

and young hearts broken,

smashed and pulverized

in the wake of Love,

whose name we called;

its power, its embrace,

its compelling force

bringing us

to our knees

before its Creator.

shifting our thoughts

and ways

changing our nights,

our days

beyond the mood

of the time

into the transcendental

realm

of

forever.

it was

the best

of

times…
Linda Tauhid

©8/17/19