When we saw the Living Theater in Berkeley,
we had to pass through National Guard checkpoints
set up by Ronnie R. to pacify People's Park.
There were soldiers posted stopping cars in the dark.
Out here it was already living theater!
This was America in the sixties—
Esther, who had studied
with the Living Theater,
came from backstage,
to tell us how much Berkeley
was blowing the minds
of the New York avant-garde—
getting naked, lighting up joints and burning dollar bills!
I was proud that night when we sang, it gave me chills.
We sang All We Are Saying Is Give Peace a Chance,
the house lights came up, we were swaying
in a righteous sixties psychedelic trance.