No Shelter from the sandstorms,
Nor from the bitter cold
That awakens and marauds in the darkness;
or his lost love: the heat
seeking him in the day.
Not a leaf,
Not a life,
Eyes never looking up.
Forty less ten: Still following.
© Denis Adide 2015
“Are you able to drink the cup that I drink, or to be baptized with the baptism with which I am baptized?”