two years ago
we were sifting, sorting
tossing and donating
pieces of our North American lives
preparing for our African journey
boxes of what we wanted to keep
stacked neatly in a basement room
of our once forever home
there is only one
and it is not now
and it is not here
this house will be marketed
sold and left behind
as we return again
today, the things
in those "save" boxes
are being sifted, sorted
tossed and donated
as more pieces of our old lives
are stripped away
I stand here bare
as I wait for new skin
But forget all that—
it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.