For Each Day's Living Poem by Rani Turton

If life turns out this way, there has to be a reason.
There has to be a way through the gathering gloom.
Why did the path lead on, winding, sloping, rocky
In strange cities, on mountain roads and why
Does the sigh of the breeze amongst trembling leaves
Make me feel this way? I have seen strange citadels
Ancient walls, human hands that have traced and carved
Stone, only the faces differ from those in my country.
I have seen beauty and warm hearts, listened to
Languages I didn't know. In my heart there are spaces
Distant, like the unfathomable sun.

At times my heart aches, like the body and mind.

I hear the swish of wings as birds fly home. I can see
The sun, crimson and unfathomable
Set. I touch the drops of rain that fall from the window
Its like a dream. I assume and presume. There
Must be a reason for each day's living.


Copyright: Rani Turton