being a grace

grace walks in my soul’s neighbourhood
like the gentle breeze sneaking through
the million hair on the surface of my body,
my form establishing my presence here

a space i chose to live, move, and to learn

the purpose of my being now that i decided
to break the fifth Mosaic commandment
hoping to increase the content of my name

among the maze of oil fields in the land

of opportunity, prompting, also, a becoming
elsewhere, in my mother land, a brain drain
denying those desperately needing my mind
 
henry victor     28.02.2014