by kvennarad

A moment came: the women

had been sitting indoors, on the floor,

and the men outside, in a tent,

on collapsible, cribbed school-chairs

– it matters not who, but someone had got up

and stood on the other’s threshold, looking,

no one speaking though several wondering

with a frown, a drawing back, a wee bit smile,

but the silence holding it’s own parlayvoo,

as a drop-down of which they all upped sticks

and sat together somewhere else,

that might have been a roof garden,

or the shadow of a long, broad tree.


Earth (Clouds)©Marie Marshall