Gill Lambert

Salt

Home means the same whether there or here,
the desert or city; belonging, safety.
Clothes laid out on a bed, for school,
or to flee from the hell it’s become.

Hate feels the same when it’s borne of the fear,
of an enemy, a friend who has turned away,
or the uninvited, the unexpected,
the frightening masses of misunderstood.

Sanctuary’s the same when you feel it near,
a bed, a box, the hand of a stranger,
the opening door of a house that’s full
with room enough for more.

Salt tastes the same whether wave or tear,
whoever cries for a displaced child,
whichever sea washes his body
with the rhythm of the moon.

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3 comments

  1. so beautiful and heartfelt verses ..and so true

    Sanctuary’s the same when you feel it near,
    a bed, a box, the hand of a stranger,
    the opening door of a house that’s full
    with room enough for more.

    Liked by 2 people

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