Unless we begin to trust each other and think less for self or equally and more for everyone, unless the differences were themselves familiar and this was a way of life. We could hit the millennium goals for all, unless we were each other’s keepers.


A hornbill

Reached a nesting tree

And enquired

For a vacancy.

She was looking for a

Temporary stay

Over the summer

Till she laid.

Away from home

In an alien land

The tree in return expected a company

They sat together

Witnessing the ocean

And the waves.

The reverberations equalled

In and out.

They shared, hummed

And dovetailed.

The Autumn separated them.

Back into their worlds

They were.

And the winter

Tested them

As keepers

Of promises, trusts and secrets.


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