Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.39** At the homeless encampment

At the homeless encampment

It is in the lifting of logs
that we notice that drops have strength,
that fear-cleansing tears,
erode like this river.
It is during the flood
that we feel overwhelmed,
after the flood when we feel faint relief
til we touch stranded logs
and know their true sorrow.
Come the calm of the drought,
we will dip down to this water
then when next winter melts,
climb back up on high banks.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [166.39] 2009-04-21

Made a separate r/r item on May 16th: "At the homeless encampment"