Poems

Children of the Sun and the Wind

We still live
on the brink of nothingness,
between the north and south of the seasons
 
We still sleep
on stone pillows,
like our fathers
 
We still follow the same clouds,
resting in the shadows of thorn trees
 
We still drink down our tea while swallowing fire
and we walk barefoot not to frighten the silence
 
And in the distance
at the edge of the mirage
we still watch, every evening
the sun fall into the sea
 
And the same woman greets us
while she posts lookout for the dusk
in the middle of the map
 
She greets us, then is lost
in the eyes of a child
smiling from the lap of eternity
 
And we still wait
for a new dawn
We still wait to begin again