…and again, quickly, came Ma’s

silent blessing on the wings of a strong wind

from a  strange corner of memory—like the very first

showers swift, sudden,

after a hot-n-long summer

in that tiny corner of earth

long forgotten by its inhabitants

now, scattered in cities

across the world

as workers

toiling, under alien skies and suns,

recalled by a lonely soul

kept awake on nights

when a wandering moon

walks into her broken hut

and listens to her laments.