Harmony

Well,
A herd of goats
Guarded
Guided
Taken care of

They jumped at the chance
Of rushing
To the road
Through an opening

Their Shepherd whistled
Barked
Clucked
Them back into safety

I thought he would be kind
But his features were harsh
His skin roughened by the sun
Except for his eyes
His eyes
Overflew with tenderness

Is this how we tend
To what is entrusted in our hands?
Our lands, our children, our work?

Maybe, it is the humblest fare
That teaches us
The way to carry ourselves
In harmony
Shifting
Moving
With the melody
Lifted by the wind.

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Read Katia’s latest book “After the War, the Women Spoke”.