As the media glare is shifting, as the headlines fade from view
Each of us will face the question, how we see and think of you
You have made a leap into the great unknown, and so I’ll try
To imagine just a little what it’s like, to see things through your eyes
From the moment of arrival, in this new and foreign place
A different struggle for survival waits, an unfamiliar space
It may feel at times confusing, word and gesture to decode
Encounters raw and sometimes bruising, on this long and winding road
You may find things hard to fathom, you may find us hard to read
You may feel an aching chasm, may I have eyes to see your need
Before all else, like me you’re human, clothed with strength and dignity
This thought I’ll hold in each encounter, through this lens I’ll seek to see.
(penned in response to the Afghanistan crisis. Addressing an imagined refugee).