Hakeem Rahim


We Walk - Poem by Hakeem Rahim

In the spirit of Cousteau,
carrying bags and all-
4 degrees Fahrenheit plus wind chill
but 6 degrees of separation,
is what detaches us from your humanity.
Caesura,
breathe God’s child.
We all God’s children,
yet the saved pass by
on this cold night.


Comments about We Walk by Hakeem Rahim

  • (11/9/2007 3:21:00 PM)


    Hakeem, the 6 degrees of separation expressed as a poetic pause; indeed we all pass by saved on this cold night! A powerful poem for thinkers... Rgds, Ivan (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 23, 2011


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