image courtesy of Vanessa Huang/haiku by Vanessa Huang
Senses of FREEDOM
Freedom FEELS sublime
like a slow Sunday morn in the springtime
of your lover.
The kids are outside
delighting in the new turn of the tide
and each other.
Children are priceless again,
women are liberated.
All races are respected
and the people placated.
SOUNDS of a Sax Supreme,
riffs of laughter, Salsa and Country themes
all syncopate with the Trane.
Indigenous drums toll:
“The Long War’s Over” as soft wind chimes knoll
in matching refrain.
No “Shots fired!” today.
No mother crying for her child.
No stroll thru the morgue tonight.
Just the best night’s sleep in a long while.
Aromas of fine wines
and SCENTS of baked breads draw the masses to dine
outdoors in the street.
The Haves share freely
with the Nots now as both have equally
when they meet.
No need for snatching, grabbing
or fighting to be first.
There’s enough for all now
in this wisely-shared universe.
A TASTE honey
on earth, sweeter than the sweetest pastry,
milk, or sugar tea.
People living free,
controlling their own lives and destiny,
as it should be.
Looking back, SIGHTING
ahead to a legacy of lightings
delayed by theft.
But back on path at last,
seeking keys from the present past
to the age old mysteries of LOVE & JOY, LIFE and DEATH.
Sundiata Acoli,
August 31, 2014
FCI Cumberland MD