It is here,
where two bitter rivals once declared a truce.
Digging into their permanent trenches,
they put down their weapons long ago,
nonchalantly resigned to a treaty
neither of them care for anymore.
Because this is where the sea gave up trying,
leaving its last breath on the shore.
This is where the land became liquid,
breaking itself down into helpless grains.
It is here
in this no man’s land,
where refugees have eeked out an existence.
Where the birds draw halos in the sky,
where I can hear my blood whisper
as it circles round and round like the birds,
wondering how long the truce will last.
George is an author, researcher, podcaster, chemist, molecular biologist and food scientist. You can follow him on Twitter @99blackbaloons , listen to his Spotify podcast George reads George, join his mailing list, or enjoy his books