Another day...
Listening for the lows
Of my lost family,
Walking this ancient, dusty road--
Remembering water holes
And my child's sweet breaths
Wrapped around my legs.
I pushed the trunks aside
Off the road, when I heard
The crackle of dry brush,
The snorts and sighs
To my left, and swaying
Beyond the vines,
Eyes upon me,
Chirruping,
There they stood!
There they stood!
Unstoppable, I ran
To meet them,
Never hearing the mahout's cries,
"Come back, Come back!"
Never again, kind man.
Into the mountains at last
We will go, and never look back,
Listening for the lows
Of the stars
To guide us.
©VLambert
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