October 24, 2020-
Thoughts on a day well-spent, and the memories conjured:
The young man reflected on times recently endured,
as we rode to and from his former home.
The tempest has calmed,
everywhere but in his memory.
Progress, though, is an insistent taskmaster,
and will chase his storms away.
A long ago student of mine
to a transient audience,
coming and going in the evening coolness.
He learned more,
outside of the school where we shared
frustration and challenge,
dealing with the antiquated system
and its remnants.
The tempests of racism and false superiority
still cause pain in his heart.
So long ago, yet still irksome
in my heart, as well.
I recall the storms which tossed
the lives of innocent children,
just by reason of their indigenous heritage,
seen as a threat,
to the self-styled dominant culture.
Live music brings to mind,
all you could have achieved,
You would have been thirty, this year,
perhaps with a legacy
of having walked barefoot as a teenager,
having gone to the college of your choice,
and having given full vent to all your musical passions.
Maybe you would have been guided down the aisle,
leaving the first loving man in your life,
for another, forever love.
You would have made a soulful, loving Mommy.
Most importantly, you would have been a powerful force,
in whatever filed your adult self chose to pursue.
The tempest in another person’s life
led to all those dreams, being snuffed out,
when you were only six.
Tempests raged, in my own true love’s life,
as other storms raged in mine.
We traded storms, and came through a few,
as onlookers clucked and tut-tutted,
with no true understanding,
of the love that guided us,
to a measure of calm and certitude.
Let the tempest that rages now,
in the life of a sorely-tried nation,
find its way to being settled.
Peace shall come to the people.