Roger Poetry
My Roger friend is a Jester.
He has a pocket full of rubble from Haiti
where he caused little children and grown men to jump up and down with laughter.
He poured some of the rubble in to my left hand.
It is exactly like the big pieces left among the dusty remains of my friend Joan
when I ran my hands through what was left of her.
I poured the rubble back in to the vial he carries it in.
Dust on palm, the impression of someone else’s life left upon mine.
Rumi talks about fire and water.
One transforms us, one heals us.
Which will you choose?
Which cleansing will take you out of your horror and fear to
reveal the naked beauty of you?
Will you, while considering your dust, your fire, your water,
step beneath the flowering crabapple to let the laden boughs
rest pink on your forehead,
to bury yourself in spring?
Suzi Banks Baum
April 29, 2010
Here is the link to a few photos of me reading Roger his poem. xo
http://www.flickr.com/photos/laundrylinedivine/sets/72157623965535772/
May 1st, 2010 at 4:31 pm
absolutely lovely and what a gift for your friend, Roger.
May 2nd, 2010 at 5:47 pm
Thank you Tammy. We held a funraiser for Roger Friday evening to send him back to Haiti. He will leave on May 17 with his wife Sarah, who is a photographer, to spread some more smiles in the tent compounds around Port Au Prince and the surrounding area. You can follow his blog if you like. It is listed in my ‘blogroll’. I have so enjoyed your posts, too. Thank you for writing! Love, S