For the prompts Far far landing on We Write Poems and Mag 130 on the Magpie tales
the distance claimed you -
seven rivers, seven valleys
and seven mountains too.
fuzzy memories,shadows
wrapped around browned skin -
like a caul - hide you;
till like a distant
shimmering mirage
you fade into the space
where sky meets earth
and where like a pilgrim
I have been drawn
by the call of the muezzin.
the old women
by the river tell tales-
of muttered blessings
of redemption, and of rebirths
where like butterflies
shedding their cocoons
we may arise in peace
on that far flung,
far far landing.