A dark blue shawl
The evenings grow
Dark and cold
Even though
Its midsummer
So I gather
An Ethiopian shawl
Round my shoulders.
I feel weariness strain
In my neck and arm
And the need to rest
But the struggle continues
To keep this openness
To listen and hear
And remember
What we learned
From another
People and place
That will remain
Forever close
To my heart.
Karrayyuu people
We cross arms.
