Thursday, 23 October 2008
A wonderful Poem from Al Hambra in SL
By Naomi Shihab Nye
A man crosses the street in the rain.
stepping gently, looking two times north and south,
because his son is asleep on his shoulder.
No car must splash him.
No car drive too near to his shadow.
This man carries the world’s most sensitive cargo
but he’s not marked. Nowhere does his jacket say FRAGILE,
HANDLE WITH CARE.
His ear fills up with breathing,
he hears the hum of a boy’s dream
deep inside him.
We’re not going to be able
to live in this world
if we’re not willing to do what he’s doing
with one another.
The road is wide.
The rain will never stop falling.
Rober1236 Jua the Cyber Trekker of Second Life