Seagull in a Storm

If I were just a grain of sand in a desert,
that you could walk on.
If you didn’t appreciate
the ripe fruit you would have partaken of.
If you disregarded
the treasure hidden under the soil.
If you preferred the wine
over the water which could give you life.
If I’m like an unknown soldier
in the midst of war.
If my vague and strange poetry
is not music to your ears.

I will walk off stage
and enjoy the show with the audience.
I will remain like a footballer among spectators.

I’m like a solitary wheat
among tares.
I won’t bow before Baal statues

but will survive the desert.

⟵ Lura