carmen

when the sea kisses the sun
when the sun kisses the sky
when the sky kisses the birds
when the birds fly

this is not fiction,

this is not good and evil
this is only everything in between

this is blankets on streets
this is freedom of speech
this is welfare cuts
this is the big freeze
this is the rising sea
this is anonymity.
this is border control
this is boredom for all
this is square-eyes and tin hats
this is some lives and fight back
this is picket-fence and barb-wire
this is look, don’t touch.
this is my right
no it’s not
this is my right
no it’s not
this is my right,

no means no.

sit with me
give me your hand,
somewhere 
down the line 
we are neighbours

we are teachers and traders,
we are bread and shoe makers,
we are pilots and sailors,
we are farmers and sheepdogs,
we are sheep with dogs,
dogs with no owners
cuts with no corners

darling, just hold her,
lend him your shoulder.

you see, we see,
bodies and brains like one or other
some 2d brother
oh brother, 
oh brother,
when will we recover?

sit with me
give me your hand,
a friend once told me
even stars fall without wings!
but they said to us,
you are made of clay and dust!
i ask,
is this not the dust from which stars are formed?
is this not the clay from the earth we are born?
is this not the earth which holds the blue sea?
is this not the sea which kisses the gold sun?

sun kissed skies 
and penciled horizons
your moon is my moon
my stars are your stars

somewhere 
down the line
we are neighbours
somewhere 
down the line
something saved us;