He grasps his son’s robe as they head on their way.
No strength left within, yet they walk on today.
There are many faces to humanity,
Covert and overt, near and far, so they be.
Then, from afar,we hear her warn,
Her voice on waves of silence borne.
Spaces in motion, like waves on the sea
Extending themselves inexorably.
A dream is growing in time and in space
A seed is sprouting, assuming its place.
It’s a virtue, they say, to be modest and plain,
Like light-colored things with no contrasting stain
A wave-tossed ship bears treats inside
And sends its cargo far and wide
I sail through the stormiest seas
While grasping the soil, grass and trees.
A tough grapevine and a soft date stem
Met for a curious…date. Look at them!
... Between the branches, contrasts meet
Recapturing youth, its joy and heat. ...
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