This poem's been rolling through my mind since I did some yoga this morning. Funny how you don't read something for ages and then suddenly it pops up from the depths of memory. It's not done much for my ability to meditate, wade through a World Development Report or start writing an article on post-disaster healthcare, but there's always tomorrow, right? And Grace Nichols does write some beautiful lines...
Waiting for Thelma's Laughter
You wanna take the world
in hand
and fix-it-up
the way you fix your living room
You wanna reach out and crush
life's big and small injustices
in the fire and honey
of your hands
You wanna scream
cause your head's too small
for your dreams
and the children
running round
acting like lil clowns
breaking the furniture down
while I sit through
it all watching you
knowing any time now
your laughter's gonna come
to drown and heal us all
