A Common Thread
I cover my face from the prying eyes of the many,
Shades of grey colour my view of the world,
Blessed with the sight of a thousand yesterdays,
We see what we want, but we observe nothing.
I cover my body, fortified against the world outside,
I wrap it tightly in the strings which bind my heart,
Peristaltic movements, a silkworm constrained,
Reluctant to break free among the unintelligible masses.
I cover my soul, protected from the blueness of time,
Dripping ever slower, a reminder of the mortality of all things,
The brutality of time escapes no-one, bones ground into dust,
A soul unmatched, unwanted by the half of the other.
I am a woman on the precipice of something bigger than myself,
I float, unarmed and uncivilised – barbaric – through space,
I am indigenous to this planet, a passenger on this Earth,
I wonder; who is my tribe? What will be our legacy?