A Poem for Ethiopia


My cab zips through the chaotic city streets,

looking through the window,
through the maze of people
I see you.
I look right into your eyes.

One brief fleeting moment…

You’re huddled under blankets,
homeless and alone,
reaching out your hand
and
I see myself
in your weary weathered eyes.
Do you see yourself in mine?
Interconnected are we
I am you,
and you are me.

Can you feel my life as I pause here,
and try to breathe in yours?

I wonder about the roads you’ve traveled
and what you’ve learned along the way.
Do you still have dreams?
Or did they go away long ago,
like a beautiful summer sunset cut short by a flock of clouds?
I still wonder about you sometimes,
even though I am you,
and you
are
me.

2017-05-03T20:44:25+00:00 October 10th, 2011|Art Aid for Tesfa, Travel|0 Comments

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