Oceans

If I could wrap up the oceans 

and enfold you in their tears

would their salty drops

encourage you to cry?

Where Am I From?

“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

When the dust has settled 

over the mound where we lay you 

will the cavern in our hearts 

likewise fill with earth?

Dis-Location

This weeks poem… on my experience of moving countries.