This Is Who We Are Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

She who walks with me
in the lull evening hours
when the night is cool
when tall pines and conifers
guard red-brick pathways
as we hold hands
soul-searching for light
from the full moon
and whispering about
astrological gem stones
turquoise and purple
we share a common bond
we heave and sigh
at the din of highway traffic
we ponder about birds
sandpipers and doves
nesting in the tall trees
we lock-tight our frail fingers
at the thought of hungry children
in South-Saharan landscape
refugees on blind march
away from war-torn Syria
sad faith without redemption
yet we hold subtle allegiance
to each other
for substance symbiosis
we have never left home without it
this is who we are.