Tag: travel

Trampled

Have you ever wondered
What it might be like
To get trampled
By a caterpillar?

Among the oppressed
Expressions of resistance
Become the everyday

Café por favor

The regular stop
In the deep of the night
Homeward bound

Warmed inside

Between
slaves
the one who
protects
the master is
the most
cowardly

I am but a blur
Passing through the periphery
Of this world of men

Until their eyes
Are trained on me
And I become a creature
Of penetrating interest

A creature
Which is not me
At all

Better the blur

A place in the world
Embattled and oppressed
Like so many other
Places in the world
Nonetheless
Vibrant, passionate, alive

I see the world
In ways my ancestors
Could not imagine

But I wonder too
At the worlds now gone
I cannot imagine

Sometimes
It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain

A beautiful blur
For which clarity
Is not always
An improvement

Through the haze
Of day I peer

Now what is near
Seems quite clear

But far from here
Is more obscure

Detail lost
Colour sallowed

Though sun breaks through
Its presence mellowed

Yet, still

I let the day go
Leave the past
In the past

As the harsh light fades
I live in the magic glow
Of this brief moment

Let the darkness come
Like closed eyes
And a deep breath

A new glory follows
A light to be filled
With possible moments