Trespass

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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