For Uzo on his Birthday

Exactly yesterday, two years ago, I wrote this poem (below) for Uzochukwu Odonwodo, an awesome friend, an amazing poet, also called "Prof". It was his birthday again yesterday (?) and it took me back to our talks of Ann Sexton, Che Guevara, John Mayer, the Cuban Revolution, Sports, the Human mind and the incredible poems we shared - 

Happy Birthday Uzo. Never. Stop. Being. You.

For Uzo on His Birthday

Thunderclaps roll by

It pains you.

Why?

The storm blows here

Into my heart

Into yours

The thunder

With its base tremors

The beautiful soprano

Of the birds

The wonderful tenor

Of the whistling leaves

The auto tunes of the 

Morning breeze

The whole world

Sings in unison

One song.

Nature sees you today

And wishes you well.