In search of sanctuary

31 October 2007

In Search of Sanctuary Distances describe their determination. Beyond boundaries they seek safety; Their pathways are darkened with doom. At the foot of frozen glaciers they breathe fire, Some are swallowed by sea currents. Others starve as their longing for life fades. Stained in defeat, they dream of sunshine. Their lives are anchored at the verge of loss, Like a flipped coin assurance is unlikely. Refugees endure a prolonged journey of conflict – Handsen Chikowore Fishy-quishy words I woke up very hungry. So I went to the bakery and said in good English that I wanted a quish. The baker only had a kish. I did not know nor want a kish So the matter finished. She had no quish and I wanted no kish. There was no saying quiche. It is the rule. Quiche! – Peter Run Peak Hour (Corner of Pultney and Rundle Streets) Sky is pink, as a cat’s tongue, rough on edges but warm with interest. Cars hurry, snorting impatiently at traffic lights. People at bus stops, queued like emails waiting to be opened. A bus arrives, refugees swarm aboard, turn on ipods, and chat on mobile phones As the bus plays snake on a city street grid, before burrowing into suburbia. and allowing commuters to search for salvation. – Juliet Paine

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In search of sanctuary

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