the nape of my neck needs some air
and i think it’s time now for some surrender
to this slowly approaching tide
that we see breaching the horizon
advancing towards us gradually
and bringing with it this breeze
they can put up their barbed wire fences
and their walls of defences
but it won’t be much use
no, they cannot predict this appointment
it’s not scheduled in your timetable
it’s not an errand to tick off your checklist
the earth is already dry and cracked
and the dirt crumbles beneath your borders
swallowing the cement and the banks and the nails
strands of hair pushed away from eyes
to see a slice of the sword through the air
a guillotine for victory
the tides advancing, drawing closer
premature droplets of water
streaming into the crevices
of the old and worn out
a cool draft to moisten this soil
to cleanse these hands
to nourish and replenish
to replant and regrow.