I am the one with my
finger in the sand
making a threshold,
a hard and easy crossing,
a bridge to another way
that is for dignity,
for peace,
for not going back,
for finding in each other
more than loose words
could bring,
for load-bearing before the
tide comes in,
before the sand smooths
itself into amnesia,
and there is no more.

 

26/4/2026