A Poem for Ethiopia

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My cab zips through the chaotic city streets,

looking through the window,

through the maze of people

I see you.

I look right into your eyes.

 

One brief fleeting moment…

 

You’re huddled under blankets,

homeless and alone,

reaching out your hand

and

I see myself

in your weary weathered eyes.

Do you see yourself in mine?

 

Interconnected are we

I am you,

and you are me.

 

Can you feel my life as I pause here,

and try to breathe in yours?

 

I wonder about the roads you’ve traveled

and what you’ve learned along the way.

Do you still have dreams?

Or did they go away long ago,

like a beautiful summer sunset cut short by a flock of clouds?

 

I still wonder about you sometimes,

even though I am you,

and you

are

me.

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