Gazing over the rubble of your singing city
there among all resting bodies
lays your struggle,
and the dance to rise as the towers fell
so bright I see you
so strong and dark like the night.
There among the passing days
are the women who search and pray
There our mother standing by with
white silks bands,
around her waist,
she does not settle until the eyes meet
and the arms greet the frightened child.
There in the West Indies
among great valleys and plains
the Earth has shaken
under its skin
the wound burst over your roads.
There among the passages of time
solidarity to lift your walls
solidarity to feed the hunger
solidarity to weave the threads
so this rope that pulls in my center
can speak to you as I feel
no so far from my country
not so far from your song and dance
with open heart all my light
over your city.
It is shocking what has gone on in this City.
ReplyDeleteThe people in Haiti already lived in extremely poor conditions and then to get hit by the heaviest regional earthquake in 200 years meant that their poor infrastructure would get hammered.
Lovely poem.
Unfortunately this world of ours will continue to dish out this type of horror as humankind can not support its great number on a planet which only has finite resource.
Can we start again?
There is always a beginning, even in times of tragedy. I am just in awe of the strength of the Haitians.
ReplyDeleteThe greatest power is being able to lift yourself up even after a great fall.
Thanks for commenting. Thanks for reading.