On the steps of a marbled city space
I spoke with a Syrian refugee,
cold, worn and shaking, left arm reaching to
a black and tan mongrel pup’s bright-eyed face.‘All I need now’, he began to tell me,
‘is a small and portable, waterproof …’‘… ah yes, of course,’ I presumptuously
interjected, ‘you need a mobile phone?’He smiled. ‘No, no, friend, until I met you
I have not known a single soul to call.
It is a small warm kennel for newfound
responsibility I need. That’s all.SRM
Our collective hearts should break, our distant memories tapped to remember we were all once strangers in foreign lands…
Perfectly said, Mimi. Thank you. And further to your glorious post at https://waitingforthekarmatruck.com/2016/10/16/holding-on/ yesterday – please know that I’ve revisited it again and again today. It’s first a very real and apposite reflection upon some of this world’s duller realities – and then a veritable festival of light and love as counter.
You are too kind to me, and I am so grateful for this serendipitous friendship.