For Haruko
Little moves on sight
 blinded by histories
 as trivial or expansive
 as the rain
 seducing light
 into a blurred excitement
Then
 she opens
 all of one eye
 as accurate as longing
 as two hands beholden to the hunger of green leaves
and
 rinsing them back
 into regular breath
 she who sees
 she frees each of these
 beggarly events
 cleansing them
 of dust and other death
Poem about Process
 And Progress
 For Haruko
Hey Baby you betta
 hurry it up 
 Because
 since you went totally
 off
 I seen a full moon
 I seen a half moon
 I seen a quarter moon
 I seen no moon whatsoever 
I seen a equinox
 I seen a solstice
 I seen Mars and Venus on a line
 I seen a mess a fickle stars
 and lately
 I seen this new kind a luva
 on an' off the telephone
 who like to talk to me
 all the time
real nice
Resolution # 1,003
I will love who loves me
 I will love as much as I am loved
 I will hate who hates me
 I will feel nothing for everyone oblivious to me
 I will stay indifferent to indifference
 I will live hostile to hostility
 I will make myself a passionate and eager lover
 In response to passionate and eager love
I will be nobody's fool
Foreword
WHAT IS THIS thing called love, in the poems of June Jordan, artist, teacher, social critic, visionary of human solidarity? First of all, it's a motive; the power Che Guevara was trying to invoke in his much-quoted assertion: "At the risk of appearing ridiculous . . . the true revolutionary is moved by great feelings of love." I think also of Paul Nizan: "You think you are innocent if you say, 'I love this woman and I want to act in accordance with my love, ' but you are beginning the revolution. . . . You will be driven back: to claim the right to a human act is to attack the forces responsible for all the misery in the world." Neither of them, admittedly, was claiming the love of a woman for women, the love of a man for men, as revolutionary, as a human act.
But the motive is "directed by desire" in Jordan