Sauntering Clouds
(From a Child Fleeing Somalia)

by Tanya Howard

Somnolent  I stand

By the banks of the grassy river

and let the warmth surround my toes.

Night has surrounded me

and I can no longer see their shadows.

 

I lay in the cool crevice of the earth

surrounded by the sounds of gun shots.

My ears are full with their cry

coupled with the hush of the comforting mothers

as the mosquitoes dance along my skin.

 

The frogs scurry

along in search of food and shelter

making their way to another place.

I look up and see the sauntering clouds

gently kissing the sky.

 

I close my eyes and wonder

Who else will notice the sauntering clouds?

As they move effortlessly and quietly

to the earth's calming rhythm.

Making their way to another place.
 

Just like me. 


Sauntering Clouds (From a Child Fleeing Somalia) by Tanya Howard

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