I am fluid
as the river
flowing through a canyon.
I am not stagnant water
standing
still in a bucket.
I am rippling,
rolling,
unbroken.
I am free.
I am fluid
as the river
flowing through a canyon.
I am not stagnant water
standing
still in a bucket.
I am rippling,
rolling,
unbroken.
I am free.
The darkest hours
will unravel the light.
Waiting,
questioning
the conundrum.
Disentanglement
will be late coming.
In Mariupol, the smoke
is rising.
The land is ravaged.
In the steel factory
the girl has sheltered
52 days
underground.
All she wants is to
see the sun.