North

Children sit under the same sky

We drink the waters of ages

quenched we seek other sustenance

Upon arrival

our words form the thoughts

of our closest peoples

Sharing looks and glares

grins and shrugs

Invited to endure the peace and bloodshed

Arms grasping for warmth and sanctuary

Hands waving away the malice

and malevolence

Feet trotting firm

on paths not yet negotiated

Seeking the unknown is poised

ascertaining the search for the familiar