Ukraine

If we were birds would you fly with me?

Would you let my wings touch yours as we flew through Europe,

heading towards a quiet spot

We would have a soft landing on a fence

trying to hold on

We would continue to an open country house

have a drink – or two

shaking our feathers together

And as we sat there, Ukraine

we would watch the evening enter

bringing in its wisdom

saying, like;

the day will come when the sleep is better

the day will come when the balance has its colour back

Stay with me, Ukraine

Fly with me

But if we never meet,

it is still like we are

wobbling on a branch in the rising of spring

Lene E Westerås
25^th of February 2022
Photo: Vasily K.