The alarm is mute, empty of desire
So are my commute card, cellphone, lunch bag
I gather all my hours & go outside
To inhale summer's scent & sky
Sun waits
As I meander at leisure pace
Filling the jar with shells, cones, petals, pebbles
I am book to be lettered
I am map to be discovered
Carrying time in my pocket
Light as dove
Into the dusk light, I continue my search
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My shoes are bruised walking
this long road in this caravan of heat & hunger
The sweat and cries of other people
are nightmares tossed in stale bread
I dream of grass under my feet
this long road in this caravan of heat & hunger
The sweat and cries of other people
are nightmares tossed in stale bread
I dream of grass under my feet
And sitting serenely on a patio of an ordinary day
Not hanging on for dear life, on dingy boat with holes
Not listening to gunfire and threats of violence
Is it too much to ask
Not to see skeletons, stench of burning city for 1 day?
Is it too much to ask
Not to see skeletons, stench of burning city for 1 day?
Is it too much to ask
For a small garden to plant seeds & roots ?
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Utopia, hosted by Amaya. Because our perspective of one is different. The second one is from the point of view of those migrants travelling in the caravan towards Mexico and USA.
