Winds from Prussia and Mecca swirl
over the rowboat in the Greek pond
where oars and laws slap against the bow,
and beards sometimes fly away.
Watch the sails of the Nina, the Pinta,
the Santa Maria flap in the breezes,
while the boat turns, twists in a dance
as sailors shout “land ahoy”
for those who hope the seas will calm,
that their feet will be set steady on land
which will not move or shuffle, that men
can truly see land – and boats come to harbor.
But now watch faces daze, as prayers become
loud, as minds of the people spin in the wind,
and hope to reassemble from left, from right.
But watch for the end, the pond swallowed whole.
© Lavinia Kumar
Syria's Muslim Brotherhood rise from the ashes
Lavinia Kumar lives in New Jersey. Her poetry has appeared in several publications, in the US and UK. She writes a blog for her brother’s seniorsmagazine.org, based in Portsmouth, NH.