It is calm, the sand
A creamy caressing
My regular progressing, breathing
Like quiet sleep at night.
Peace is like that hand
That cool palm upon my racing heart
Cooling cooling me down, cooling
A very quiet moment
Sometimes I understand
The tracks that tears once marked down
The shifting desert sands – the sands
Shift and shift, but the tracks remain
Visible from my aeroplane
Pain and more pain over and over again
Makes you quieter, richer in the end.
It’s only peace that lasts that long –
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.