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HAKUNA MATATA

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Last night I had a wonderful dream.

Hakuna matata was the theme.

Swahili words danced on the breeze.

No trouble. No worries. Take it easy.

Children gathered brushes growing near the river, tools

and colors of paint, as a woman sat on a low stool.

A camera scrolled across the scene from far above

a landscape filled with laughter and love.

One by one each child applied texture and painted lines

across every inch of the woman, now becoming a lion.

Proud and strong she rose up and laughingly stated

“Hakuna matata”. All chatter around her solemnly abated.

Then, voices united as one, the children shouted with glee

“Hakuna matata. No trouble. No worries. Take your ease!”

After that, sleep came easily.

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SINK OR SWIM

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The lights are low

aligned with thoughts

of swimming free,

a simple fish

swimming toward light,

suddenly caught

now distraught;

facing a tightening thread.

lifted alight and set right

on the trawler’s deck,

only to face slaughter.

Low thoughts, indeed,

in an ocean of democraseas.

“if onlys” abound

as I flutter and flounder 

and flap atop the heap

of fish so like me.

Unsure of success

I push fear aside

propelling my self

over the side,

carried away on the tide

of endless seas of hope.

I am free!

I am free!

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TIME TO DANCE

TIME TO DANCE

Beats sound

a groundless thump

against the heated air

of bodies dancing

worry laid bare.

To dance, to leap,

To sing, to weep.

Undulation and ululation

sound the escape

with brave elation.

Dance, dance

with butterflies and bees

as if life depends upon it.

Flutter and flit

On currents of air.

Rhythm and blues

are every day news.

Dance, dance.

Sound the best with feet

lifted above despair.

Dance, dance

with joy unabated.

Float like lilies

on pads created

To go with the flow.

Dance into the future.

Dance down the past.

Dance up the present.

Dance as if this chance

may be your last.

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