Love in the Time of Quarantine

somehow

in some strange

universe

i see us

together…

in a place where hearts

outshine egos

and beauty

is defined

by the light within.

i see you there

right beside me

in the sameness we share,

in the differences

that highlight our uniqueness.

i see us with no walls

no limits

and

no needs

beyond what we

can provide

for

each 

other.
Linda Tauhid

©3/17/20

Ancestral Articulations

for McCoy Tyner & Jimmy Heath
1. 

McCoy:

he had been

the backbeat,

the grounding,

the upbeat

to all my music

of the times..

hypnotic,

arrogant,

composed.

we drove to see him

at Yoshi’s

just after i returned

from Senegal;

on a quiet night.

an epic performance

on his stellar work:

“Home” 

with drums in syncopation,

rhythmic

cultural echoes

and nuances.

paying homage

to the spiritual iteration

of ‘jazz’

through instrument

melody

and rhythm.
2.
during
a stop-over

in New York:

The Heath Brothers

(Percy, Jimmy, Albert Tootie Kuumba)

playing

the Village Vanguard.

at the classic

third set;

we were all tired

but the brothers

did not

disappoint

and played

with alacrity,

unity,

harmony

and verve.

then it was time

to move into

the activities

of a Sunday morning:

for some church

or rest…

for me a JFK

flight to Ghana

where i

would witness

more miracles

of sound

and

sight.

and where

i would continue

to connect

myself

to my

ancestral 

source.
Linda Tauhid

©3/11/20

ACCRA

i needed that trip

to Ghana so badly;

for healing, 

for restoration,

for learning

and love;

and Lord

gave me

a beautiful boy

who rode horses on the beach

night-dark of skin

with strong hair of coils

and an undaunted

spirit.

and we loved and fought

and traveled

to Cape Coast

and Kumasi 

and Takoradi

together;

bonded by our proximity,

our history, 

our faith

and time.

until my stay there

was no more…

and i returned

to the daily struggle

and lonliness

that plagues humans

and African-kind

who reside

in hostile

lands.
Linda Tauhid

©2/16/20

Love Feast

i want

to feed you…

make you

some special 

dishes

from the

plant domain;

i’d like to chop

and blend

and combine

and stir;

and add aromatic

spices…

i’d like to

prepare

a table for you;

feed you

with my fingers

hold a cup

to your lips

and watch you 

sip.

i’d like to prepare

for you

an eye-feast

of dates and sweets

for your dessert;

and when

you are sated

i know you

would be mine.

know

you

would

be

mine…
Linda Tauhid

©2/10/20

Leopold Sedhar Senghor

do you remember

when you lent me

the book

by poet 

Leopold Sedhar Senghor

and we

used to sit

and read

“Night in Sine”

and other poetry

together on

a Nairobi afternoon…

are we both so

far

from that

time and reality?

i have waited

long

and late

for

Love.

shunning

the mundane–

the predictable

outcomes,

the disappointments,

the tears…

until now

i no longer

fear

to represent

Love

to its fullest:

washed,

baptized

and

cleansed.
Linda Tauhid

©2/13/20

reprinted and revised from 2013

Force

1.

have i

been dead

or just asleep?
walking around aimless

breathing…

hearing, seeing, thinking…

but numb.

why does it take

lightening

and thunder

to wake one up,

to snap one 

to attention?

to open awareness 

stimulate assessment

bring laughter

bring tears

bring one

to one’s knees?

2.

you

are a power–

a force

a statement of reckoning,

a truth.

you are a blizzard,

a tornado,

a forest fire,

a tsunami!

and i

am bits of earth

fluttering

in the wake

of your

approach.
Linda Tauhid

©1/18/20