DARFUR As we see Arabs by North, Black Africans by South, divided by the ancient corridor of hate, we listen to the Qawz speak with uncertainty. Each grain of sand from undulating dunes commun-icate emotions to the Inselbergs. Telling of solutions cut short by the shout of isolated mountains as they abruptly rise from the plains. Leading to the congested understanding of the swamp of Photo by Rhonda Varsane confusion in the as-Sudd’s impeded drainage. The Blue Nile’s depost’s swallow hope down annual inundation’s deepest cracks. The Red Sea, mother of rugged hills, holds tight to the turmoil of the past. Deep incisions of pain show in her face as April draws unstable air masses of politics across the country. Darfur will stand! Taking strength from outlines strong of lava. Filling empty craters of time with ideas of resuscitated truth retaining its form of knowing, almost drowned in sediment from the seasonal migration. The pulsation of hope now caught by the cool dry winds passing over the Red Sea turn into rain, rein breaking, reign. God’s gift of change
Bless our differences . Given with hope . r varsane (c) 2006