Today, I met a travelling man, and walked
With him through one of the world’s largest
Cities. His home town lies in ruins, and his
Family have fled to the mountains, to live
From rain water and the power of the sun.
We spoke of our lives, and our need to
Always move on, and of the understanding
That comes with age, of what matters most.
The answer, he said, is with those we love,
And I agreed. The answer, we said, is at home,
With our families, our children, our loves.
We watched the sun make a circle and
Fall below the horizon of high buildings
And I came back to you, for you,
To celebrate your ten years of living,
As he will fly back to his,
To celebrate being alive.