We call it Quicksand Street, despite what the road signs say. Where the sidewalks should be, two long columns of dirt reside, that kick up dust in the summertime. In the spring, when the rain really ... [+]
With these wings I’ll remember
how the cosmos:
the sun
the moon
and the stars held me
caressed my cheek
plump like the moon in her full glory
They hold me close
because centuries of wounds have barely healed
I have tasted the smallest sips of freedom from the eternal rivers
I have hope
I’ll see the day of liberation
maybe not through my eyes
but through the eyes of those who will come after
Hope
how the cosmos:
the sun
the moon
and the stars held me
caressed my cheek
plump like the moon in her full glory
They hold me close
because centuries of wounds have barely healed
I have tasted the smallest sips of freedom from the eternal rivers
I have hope
I’ll see the day of liberation
maybe not through my eyes
but through the eyes of those who will come after
Hope