Fleeting

Fresh farm mornings
flowers, fragrant French croissants
Friday's, the fireworks at New Year's
forgiveness
fiery sunsets across the ocean
fear relieving embraces.

Border Control

We crossed from no man's land
leaving the scratched bareness of Bostwana
we were hungry for the clean skyline of your country
we waited, we walked, and we were stopped just before the gate
signalling the entry, the road where we can stop anywhere, alone
we didn't cross that night, as the careless stars overtook the winter sky
dignity absented and left space for the demons, that night
our precarious dreams fell apart that night.

Humanity

The state of humanity
is not gratuitous emotion
it is self participation,
it is the art of getting up every day,
it is in carrying on, carrying the growths of pain
taking the next step, telling the story, placeless.

Hail

Tension up in the air
skies are water retaining
angry
quiet,
the hail storm is on the horizon

Water

The average household living standard is a veneer
it causes a mental inflammation, spreading, taking for granted
poverty is not a fluid construction,
it is lack of food
it is a thirsty child, hoarse throated, without water
it is the line crossed from having survival fundamentals
to not having survival fundamentals.

Land

It brutally mirrors us
anger spurts lava
water dissipates, contrary
a lone animal cry in the dark hours
fear cries out from falling rocks
desperate baby cries as trees bleed and crack
haunting greed, fire gathers, takes fields, licks dry and fertile ground.

Dream Defense

reality becomes a white dusty road
I am driving in the afternoon fading light
watching the road become wider
the eye burning dry air is quietly welcoming me back