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
wind in my wheels 🌱 
Our collective hearts should break, our distant memories tapped to remember we were all once strangers in foreign lands…
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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.
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You are too kind to me, and I am so grateful for this serendipitous friendship.
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