~ Anthony Wade
The stream rises in the south
and carries some driven by war and famine,
rape and torture, others with no work and
bellies endlessly empty, and snakes a long line
devoutly following the beckoning north star that,
they are told, will bestow safety and comfort,
and so it piously advances, an undamnable stream,
desperate for succour, determined in hope,
a fluctuating flow of children, grandparents, nursing mothers,
the sick and the lame, and some young men
with charged cell phones.
Like thistledown blown
on an erratic summer breeze,
orphans are indifferently scattered
along this shifting stream
which struggles onwards in the need for sanctuary
but fearing the small welcome of inhospitable inhabitants
once themselves migrants safely swirled ashore
out of the violent maelstrom of their times
but now firmly rooted in a survivors’ stony world
and facing the question,
will we suffer the little children to come unto us?
Anthony Wade, a graduate lawyer with a Master’s Degree, is an Irish national educated in England who also worked in The Netherlands. An emerging poet, he has in this his first year published two poems in Ariel Chart, a poem in MonthsToYears, a poem in Boyne Berries Issue 24, three poems in Scrittura Magazine, with two poems accepted for future issues of The Dawntreader. An active member of the Midleton Writers’ Group, he now lives by the sea in East Cork with Pamela, with whom he is married, and a very dim and loved marmalade cat, Basil.