By Darryl Willis
Moonlight spills tonight over
the Mississippi as the water
tumbles southward; black as the mud
that lines the bottom where catfish hide
trash feeding, only to surface
hook in mouth to grace a plate
in Midtown Memphis. The river moves
to the rhythm and beat of Beale
Street blues. Black water muse
infused with primal spirit-song
merges with the big gulf water:
New Orleans jazz, an old man’s laughter.
Darryl Willis has been working with non-profits for 30 years. He presently is employed by an international non-profit organization serving Eastern European countries. He has also performed contract work as a curriculum writer and presenter. Professional training includes a MA from Lipscomb University and certificates in Critical Incident Stress Management.
