Journeys

Paul:

It was an interview.
Opportunities, they said,
London Weighting.
I thought, Women.
London will have women,
And one will find me.
They have found me, filled me, emptied me,
Did I pass?

Lysanna:

I am in the dark, dry and strange
And my children, most, are dead.
I will not swim again
in warm seas.

Maya:

We walk in two worlds.
Our colleagues are afraid and silent.
We sleep badly,
We hold onto our knife,
We dream of teeth

The Redhaired Man:

Why are they staring?
I bought my ticket
I am ill (where am I?)
Leave me alone (help me!)
Get out of me (you are killing me)
(We are dying)

Tal 'shen

Out of that bony cradle
into the cold
Hot blood beats like the sea
in small creatures
Let me suckle
and become whole