Friday, March 15, 2013


                                                                HAVANA RUMBA

amongst the crumbling infrastructure
funky street murals and psychedelic art
where dazzling has replaced the dismal
interlocking drum patterns,  rhythmic chants
powerful enough to awaken the spirit of Orishas

moving to the pyrotechnic explosion
of music and poetry
enticing like hurricane Sandy

magic steps transformed by the spirits of Sunday rum
in Hamel's Alley
a surreal experience of raw creativity
celebrating Afro-Cuban culture
he dances barefoot unnoticed
moments of being

      Callejon de Hamel (Hamel's Alley) in Havana..every Sunday afternoon


Peggy said...

Wonderful description of some of the spirit of Cuba. I enjoyed seeing the photos too. so much spirit in dancing.

Mary said...

Oh how I love the energy in this poem. Can really visualize the dancer. On another note how lucky you were to see Leonard Cohen in Montreal, his roots. Do you still have one of his hats?

Poet Laundry said...

Your words brought those magic 'moments of being' to life. Thanks for taking us to Havana...or, bringing the experience to us!

The Unknowngnome said...

A great trip! Love the "Sunday rum" and rumba.

Brian Miller said...

sounds like the place to capture the atmosphere and the man very well wayne...used to seeing cubans when i lived in FL...

Laurie Kolp said...

Not that unnoticed, I'm sure... what a treat!

Jules said...

Once long ago when I was invited to a party...where I really was only invited out of perhaps curiosity rather than anything else ... I danced freely for the adults while the 'girls' ran off giggling about themselves. Perhaps knowing that I would never see any of them least I entertained the adults.