Simple ad True, Little Voice
Everyone I touch is you.
I hope your hands find smooth rocks in the stream
I hope the dirt washes out from between your toes in the shower
I hope your tongue touches fresh berries and stolen honey on sunny Saturdays
And I hope your teeth part the flesh of apples and pears.
I hope your favorite music is already playing
I hope the stains and smudges come out of your clothes in the wash
I hope all of your splinters can be coaxed out without tears
And I hope that someone picks up the phone when you call.
“I ain’t draft dodging. I ain’t burning no flag. I ain’t running to Canada. I’m staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I’ll die right here, right now, fightin’ you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won’t even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won’t even stand up for my right here at home. “ - Muhammad Ali 1967
I’ve lived in California thirteen years. Being raised back east, I know thunder and lightening; I can count on one hand how many times I’ve heard thunder here. To see this photo, I smiled broadly–such intensity bestowed upon a nearby landmark. Last night, the wind literally howled as the skies opened up with lashing sheets of rain and hail. It took me a moment to recognize the sound–thunder.
Eight bolts struck the Bay Bridge in San Francisco last night
Finally weather that reflect the storminess I’ve had thrashing around my insides for the last few days. I need a similar release.
It’s a Cheshire moon,
a time for distant lovers
to come together;
a time to empty their banks
and spend their unspent kisses,
and loose their flesh of touches.
A time to make room
in each other’s body
for another month of want.