On a Monday
At 4:01 p.m.
Suspended between winter twilight
.. and despair
I wondered if all the poets were gone.
It was harder to breath the air.
There was a ricochet from a dream.
A child of a former slave-owner
.. sat beside
The child of a former slave
Not eating they waited
.. Sweating blood
For the Man’s four children
Dying from the unquenchable thirst
Into an oasis of liberation
Captives of righteousness
.. become Children of Light
They wait for their kin
.. Into the night
Rescued from god
Searching for a 26-year-old Prophet