in a monochromatic world
amidst the howling
of the rain
and the winds
that change direction
every few seconds
discussions about
being ghosts in this city
a city that's not home
yet a city which
tries
all the time
with an episode of kindness
or a noisy train ride
chance meetings
and a few
unplanned nights
yet it is stories
from ethiopia
and the occupation
in egypt
iran defenses
cross-border loves
that draw me in
make me aware
of my histories
and trajectories
life among a billion
other people
and dents we manage
to create
on this vast planet
of blue
and among big
deep drops of blue
