I journey, my body freshened
By new air hanging around me
Fresh currents breathed in.
Beside me, they swelter, forcibly
Wallow in staleness, enveloped
In toxic powerlessness, fated
Stripped and shipped.
The air bears Saharan sands and seeds.
Wantonly beached driftwood in solitude
Arriving worn, wet, out of place
To some undiscovered land
From long determined paths.
landfall in blindness
released and rests in fear
in an unimagined whereabouts,
from places of sand, of wasteland
of desecrated ruination
of remembered blood and fire.
Some reach out, offering
A healing hand and revealing gesture,
With Understanding of unseen baggage
And a knowing of what is left behind
and what cannot. Finally, a space,
to feel safe. To be safe.