Sitting at the Feet of Maya Angelou

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Gandhi is gone Gautama is gone Jesus and Mohammed so long ground into true believers’ meat I wouldn’t know them on the street And Socrates and Plato would speak in Greek But, right here and right now so close we almost touch I bask and revel in purest presence and direct transmission from this poetic patron saint Will my life and poems change? This is a woman who for years did not speak because her words could kill a man and now speaks words that can save him Will my life and poems change?

Poem arising from a Maya Angelou reading in Calgary, Alberta, with the author and his daughter Roberta in the front rows.

One thought on “Sitting at the Feet of Maya Angelou”

  1. Ken Christopher

    Thanks for that poem today. And for introducing me to Maya. Her image reverberated, I hand encountered it somewhere and it had stuck.

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