Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Asylum Seeker - A Journey's End
No panic now, no noise.
I hold her peaceful face
Against my breast,
My hand rests upon our unborn child.
This is our journey's end,
Our resting place,
Our release from war and fear.
My hand feels the gentlest kick,
Then...no more...no more
The cold embrace of an ocean tomb
Enfolds yet more within its womb,
While others gather to debate
How the lost will be dealt their fragile fate.
Laurie Favelle, Canberra 7 July 2010