We woke and felt the dark, its open mouth
to swallow skins , bare bones and all .
We slept for ages on a plastic bench
at River Garden, tired, afraid and cold,
bodies covered head to toes with mud.
In blind of angry night came sweet release
from jaws of death. We'd breasted torrent
which swept us downstream , where crocodiles thrive,
escaped the storms at sea , survived the chase
haunts, mosquitoes' bites and shame
of staring crowds. Be gone you windy nights !
We yearn for home, a roof above our
a fire for warmth , a bed to lay at night,
our life's secure. No more to roam life's seas!