when He plucks the land barren
to set it ablaze?
where will the boughs grow
once the roots have been milked?
who will dig up tubers for us
to feed our little mouths?
how will childless balloons rise
to the mountains where they can
see the blankness of this earth,
the screeching winds howling
over the sand traps, the deserts
and tundras?
when will my son look down
and see his father's feet itching
with fresh spring mud
for the last time?
when will the air lift my daughter's hair
up and make it dance in summer
around the trunks of trees?
will God's fingers be true
when He plucks the land barren
to set it ablaze?
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