A crown of moons appear
in dreams, the five of them merged as one.
Around a table they sit,
they speak of being, doing, of light and dark.
“….all are equal in madness and in dreams,” they say.
I hear:
mwenye, hindiye, lao wai, gweilo, farang.
Stand tall,
ground your feet, my children
kneel, defy all notions
of master, place, or servant.
Spin quintet of moons upon my head and ears.
Natasha Devalia 