A blue dark shawl

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.