It is quiet
Just bird calls around our camper van
Gentle dusk drawing down
Ginger tea comforts
The mind is not quiet
Assimilating a day of images and conversations
Slowly connecting conflicting concepts.
To make the most difference
Nine hundred pans and pots
A mountain of blankets
A staircase of tents
Boxes on boxes of tins.
A light sandy pitch for football
Scattered with empty tear gas canisters
Populated by a cast of hundreds
Playing, laughing at times, curious
Singing, looking for ways out, sad
Questioning, why are we here, smile.
It is Gods will.
The main road passes by cafes
Water taps, simple shops,
Stagnant grey water
Trying to make a sense of it.
As I do.
I am free to go where I want.
They are not.