Thursday, November 8, 2012

PAD Day 7. Refugee


A lone refugee
my great grandmother was
borne across the roiling seas to
relatives on streets peopled by pushcarts
possessions spilling with no place

I fled to leased marbled grandeur
displaced guiltily into buffeted breakfasts
by an angry sea too lightly regarded

Home as visitor spectator assessor
amid displaced possessions
pushcarted onto an unpeopled street

I stand

A lone refugee

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Pearl, such a powerful and thought-provoking poem. How things turn in life...
    Hope that the recent disaster will be overcome soon!
    Hugs, Mari