In honor of Patricia (the hurricane)
sparing the beautiful city of Puerto Vallarta, where we live…
And as an offering to The One who penned her a note with a request,
that my girl unexpectedly obliged…
I Am Here in a room
and Prayers (Tabacco)
and new, red lipstick.
Our time changed today, in Mexico…
Oh, how they do.
Some cloudy days by the sea
when the sky eclipses blue-gray opaque waters,
I string nonsensical syllables into Song
much like you,
when you Move Silence.
a tribute to your absence,
an acoustic concerto on voice
coupled with the whispers of the waves,
accompanied by the beat of the Heart.
like that evening;
dark clouds just blew in.
In the Land Of My Birth,
an ugly voice calls in the Rain.
But isn’t the Medicine Man the one who chants for the Waters to come?
It might not be the sweetest intonation,
but their’s is a Powerful Invocation.
I am an Urban Shaman.
I am the City’s Rainmaker.
Crying down the Heavens like I did that day,
when you led the release of what I carry inside…
Hear Me Now!
My Body’s Song…
Poetry in Motion.
– ara, 9.2014