Maya Angelou


“DEEP NIGHT”, 5′ x 4′, 1985, pigment on wool flannel
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I love Maya.

Everything about her;

Her GRACE, wisdom, compassion, fierce loyalty to her beliefs in the innate goodness of people, the fact she does not let people who practice false modesty remain in her home because she wants to be around those who know their gifts and are unapologetic about them…

Here is a gift for her:

.

A POEM FOR MAYA ANGELOU –

THE GREAT WAVE

Big.
Booming.
Blooming
Blackness.

A wave born somewhere
With no name
We know.

SHE RISES.

In the impossibly dark,
Irresistable dark
Curl of the wave;

HER

Stray hairs mixed with moonlight,
Damp and unruly
Tended by MOON;

We had to wait

Until we were ready

To bear

HER BLACKNESS

With NO thought
Of turning away.

The Mystery
Did not yet speak
A familiar language
To us

And

We were afraid.

***

She rode that wave
In the rise
And the FALL

Until

We could hear her,
Approach Her

To ask Her forgiveness
For our tardy
Arrival.

Perhaps the secrets
That came
With those roiling and watery waves

SHE rode

Would stick
To us
Like pollen.

And we
Could try
Once again

To LOVE.

Only

Better now.

****

That VOICE –

Holder of each
And EVERY sound
Ever sung,

Is too big for us.

The largest part
We know
Of ourselves
Stuck in our throat

When SHE speaks.

We are yet young.
Our balance
On the surfboard
Wobbly,
At best.

We Do

Keep going…

Out.

Further out.

Testing
Our
New
Skills
On

The Wave.

SHE,

All ready
At the shore,
Guiding us

Safely in.

***

The salve
Which

SHE IS:

Made of whispers
And crooked,
Beckoning fingers

Is

Inviting
All of Us
Into that dark
Of Mystery

And a dawn

-With new air and birdsong.

Rather
Like to a tea party
Fit for royalty (Us).

The manual
For sweet change
Is to read

Between the lines

Of
Her life. Her breath.
Poetry,
HIGH
Wisdom

And impossibly precious threads
Of The Tapestry

Ready
To Be
Worked.

Our summons:

Handwritten
By HER

To roll

And s-p-r-e-a-d

On to the beach

At Dawn.

(but not alone as She had to.)

***

She asks us
Never to lose sight
Of the rightness

Running in the blood

Of those who took
The ‘us’
Out of RIGHT ous NESS.

We should look,
(I think she would say)
For our tribe;

They’re home

May well be hidden.
Down some scrubby, dusty path
Traveled by few.

But find them

We must.

***

We will

All
Begin
Crafting a spanking new
Stepping stone path

With Her pearls
And Grace
And impossibly large
And ready

Smile
Decorating

Our New

Host

Of meeting rooms
Open to those
REAL – ly

Ready

To ride

The Great Wave.
.
.
.CA 2011

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2 Responses to “Maya Angelou”

  1. Laura Hegfield on May 19th, 2011

    oh this is lovely Cathy what a beautiful tribute!

  2. Carol S on May 19th, 2011

    Beautiful was my thought too. Love her voice and mind. Yours too.

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