We Walk Poem by Hakeem Rahim

We Walk



In the spirit of Cousteau,
carrying bags and all-
4 degrees Fahrenheit plus wind chill
but 6 degrees of separation,
is what detaches us from your humanity.
Caesura,
breathe God’s child.
We all God’s children,
yet the saved pass by
on this cold night.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ivan Donn Carswell 09 November 2007

Hakeem, the 6 degrees of separation expressed as a poetic pause; indeed we all pass by saved on this cold night! A powerful poem for thinkers... Rgds, Ivan

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