If I could wrap up the oceans
and enfold you in their tears
would their salty drops
encourage you to cry?
If I could wrap up the oceans
and enfold you in their tears
would their salty drops
encourage you to cry?
“Where are you from?” she asked me, well-meaning eyes expecting an answer that would fit neatly into this cup of tea after church world we’d stumbled into like refugees from another planet.
I blinked. My voice stumbling lost in my dark throat…
When the dust has settled
over the mound where we lay you
will the cavern in our hearts
likewise fill with earth?
This weeks poem… on my experience of moving countries.