why our feet keep running through hot sand

On the other side of this desert
could be an oasis.

She says this as she is running.

and I am thinking
on the other side of the earth
is the sun.
Light refracts
when there is rain left in the air.
A flag moves in the wind.
Ideas are born from speaking,
revolutionary ideas.
Freedom is won

Her hand is so small,
as small as the world
it is almost lost in mine,
like the voice of a child
or our eyes to the night sky.

I ask her 
if one day we will know peace
and she says
she knows peace,
it fills our hearts 

even if some hearts may forget.

That is why we keep on running.

poem originally published in

Hope Is A group Project

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