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  • A friend asked me to write a poem to go with his artwork. Here it is. Thanks Amartey for getting me to write again:

    We have made journeys, this child and I.

    We have crossed many deserts, where the sun has beaten our backs, golden dunes rolling to eternity before us.

    We have conquered mountains, clinging to rock faces as great winds have whipped us, pushing us backwards.

    We have plunged to the depths of oceans. Great ones. Yet we have returned, and sailed on.

    And just when our eyes were salted shut, we have felt the first pure drops of rain relieve us.

    She has been forever attached to me.
    At my side.
    My navigator.

    And we will continue this journey of our minds into the dust of a new day.
    For whatever is the will of this world: We will not bend to it.

    Yes. We have made journeys, this child and I.

    And we have won them.
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