I’ve seen lands sunken by sun <br />In yellow and the pools of saltbush <br />Change to pavements swept in restless <br />And magic powders of snow <br /> <br />I’ve seen my body change with lands <br />From a free-swaying gazelle in the heat-wind <br />Into a suit of warmth, woven by my lover <br />And the drink in my hand from juice to coffee <br /> <br />And I’ve wondered how a tropic people <br />Would wake to receive a snow-covered land <br />Or a virgin morning’s people’s government <br />Unviolated by the footprints of power.<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lands/
