A Memory of Maya

I met her only once, the lean, mean calypso queen; not every singer-dancer, has driven a cable car. She gave me a firm, handshake, as if she’d known me forever, to my very soul and her light embraced my spirit. When she spoke, I devoured her eloquence; as if it were a, platter of buttery cheesecake, floating in, chocolate-raspberry syrup. I could have listened for hours, to what poured forth from her reservoir of wisdom. Experiencing this tall, Renaissance phenomenon’s light; I found new joy. Some folks just exude, a huge bubble of spirit-gold. Hers was gleaned from fields of life experience, some desolate; some abundant and her labors were, pure love. As the pen channeled her light onto the front page, of my copy, that poet-angel of love and light wished me well. How I hoped that her light, would welcome me again, another day, for I had truly met, A “Phenomenal Woman”.