I wrote this poem for Stevie Wonder whose music saved me through a lot of desperate moments.

Upstream

(for Stevie)

one more flight of time
one more chime
of music
one more glimpse of dawn
one more walk
through open spaces

I heard a laughing river
streams of consciousness
saw your head thrown back in song

if you could hear the drumbeats on my mind

cries of earth
work through my feet
touching every nerve
some days I think of shooting
and settle into words

for one more picture of a child in tears
one more pair of sagging breasts
milk dried out for years
one more sight of hungry soil
breaking up for rain
one more flying bullet
where there should have been a song

give me
one more flight of time
one more chime of music
one more glimpse of dawn
one more walk
through open spaces

somedays we sing a sea song
somedays the wind blows clear
somedays the marching drumbeat
to wake the nuclear fears
in the eyes that reach beyond
a mere two thousand years
and so many others lost
vision trapped in tears

I heard a laughing river
streams of consciousness
saw your head thrown back in song

if you could hear the drumbeats on my mind

give me one more flight of time
one more chime of music
one more glimpse of dawn
one more walk
through open spaces

from The Arrival of Brighteye (Bloodaxe, 2000), copyright © Jean Binta ‘Breeze’ 2002, used by permission of the author and Bloodaxe Books Ltd

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