#788 - flight

 

2.iii.22

788

3.61

flight

hearts in Ukraine now

 

I am

on foot

adrift

pursued

 

could be anyone anywhere

 

in a queue

it isn’t a queue

trudge on

time runs up a tree

 

I wake to the trouble of the day before

reward of living too close to the fire

 

but we’re still here

we’re gone

 

sing the truth

and see me

 

pass by

this heap here is humanity

the other pile was hope

 

smoke

stench

 

I am

on foot

adrift

pursued

                       

in a dream

climbing

waking

gone

 

I am in flight

 

the road to freedom

and the road home

 

how will they be one?