YUMA


This time your siesta
Will be longer that expected

You can’t forget how to play the strings
And this is good because
You will need
This knowledge forever

Playing guitar was never hard for you
It was your delight
It gave you meaning

You played your way through life
And you will continue
Doing this while resting &
Waiting to be awoken by Him

It was your music
When you asked me to sing
“Teach your children well”
And your guitar would change
The sea & the night

It was your music
In military turf
Your Native American music
Playing the bathrooms of war

It was your music
When beautiful
Protestant women
Anglo-Saxon women
Would tried to convert you
Their lustful trembling eyes fixed on you
As they try to pray for your salvation
So they could marry you

It was your music
As I drove into the USA
And you drove shotgun
Reading those secrets of yours
Telling me not look at what
You were seeing
Telling me I was still too young

It was your music
Hitched to moving vans
Overcrowded with missionaries
Your music shouting:
Stop!
Don’t go!