Sunlight; heating frigid fingers
and chapped lips,
Warmth; flowing through veins
and pulses ,
Water; quenching terrible thirst
and soothing dry, aching throats,
Foil blankets; preserving something, maybe a thing a little like
humanity,
Life jackets; fake ones, stuffed with polystyrene and cotton and plastic,
are shrugged off,
Steps; finally on dry, wonderful, crumbly sand,
hobbling toward a shelter miles away,
Shouts; of relief or of anguish, screaming for
lost children, and sisters and brothers,
Plastic boats; are left on the shore, empty of their terrified passengers,
they are finally resting on the troubled waters, having left the troubled lands.
//something written for the refugee crisis last year
may they all find peace and happiness and homes once again
