(after Octavia Butler’s “Earthseed”)
there’s this place where I am special
I can feel others feels
famine, war, tyranny, this all complicates things
so I travel
on foot
picking up other travelers I hope are safe
victims
children
healers
and others afflicted with being special like me
as we all search
search for water
search for safety
search for lost ones
search for ourselves
I love the depth of your poetry! Your use of repetition works well in this piece – poignant last line: ‘search for ourselves’.