• Splash!
    A moment of clumsiness:
    My soup travels from the bowl
    through the air to my skirt.
    And I travel with it-
    to the shores of Omoni's disapproval!


    If I could choose to be anything,
    I would choose to be Wind.
    I would blow my way swiftly
    to wherever you are
    and hide myself
    among the leaves of the nearest tree.


    You burn the paper but not the words.
    You silence the word but not the thoughts.
    You kill the thoughts only if you kill the man.
    And you will find that his thoughts rise again
    in the minds of others- twice as strong as before!