Ali Farka Touré and crochet on a Sunday

Reclining on my bed mid afternoon -

tangled in bright threads of wool,

I fell in love

with Ali Farka Touré's guitar. 



Tears streamed down my face

indulgent ones - not sad, 

and then I thought

that if I died

reclined upon this comfy bed

I'd end my life quite glad -

drowning in the bright of colours

wound around once nimble fingers -

in love with rhythm 

and the sound

of Ali Farka Touré's guitar.



Want nothing -

there is nothing 

'Cept sweet rhythm of the lazy day,

with me and crochet sending 

worlds of wickedness away,

in love as I am - as I'll always be

from now on -



with Ali Farka Touré's guitar.