Isolation
I stepped on the Red Land
Today.
The Grey Land
I should say.
The second arrival
In a revolution:
I am down there,
And yet my thoughts
Should be
Up here
With you.
Two breaks too close
To each other
Have separated me
From you,
And yet it's not distance
That matters,
But my absence and that hurts!
I hope that words can bridge
The gap
My ambition scored
On the country of our union.
Words of hope amidst acts of pain:
Who shall win this epic battle?
I wonder, here,
Alone
On this former redness of a country,
Now crystallised in my memory
As the city
Where twice a year
I fall
Into greyness
And isolation.
Or perhaps I should say
Desolation?
