They have
returned,
those occasional
farmers,
from the chaos of
seasons
and shared their
hope
in a future.
Planted a crop.
In the furrow of
water
a sea of eyes,
all but two
focussed on the sky,
the journey of
unknowing,
the expedition of
life begins.
The crèche
shimmers in the sunlight;
movement already
tremorring
in the pulse of
breeze.
The vigilant
parent
on sentry duty;
pondling,
pondering
counting the
days.
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