We do not know our feelings well.
Is it because we have none at all?
Master your feelings, wise men say;
and we do, we throw them away.
A man’s blood from the hot country,
a woman’s from the far north:
they have struggled to find the south
wall where the sun is highest at midday.
He followed her after she followed him.
He failed. They moved from place to place.
Up here they stay. They would be at a loss
if there were no place that was home.
We love. We rage. We grow numb.
The lion learns to sleep with the lamb.
12 June 2013
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander