Return to Sudan
The train is a whining
echo, chasing footprints
of steel, charging
through rock-blasted ravines
and forested green sash,
delightful as fine
cloth from the
markets in Khartoum.
I’m anxious to return to my
mission, where families
receive medicines of
hope. And I return
with presents, books, tea
and paint supplies. For
Claudua a pair of
sandals.
© Richard L. Provencher 2007
first published June 7, 2008
The Ranfurly Review Issue 3
Scotland ISSN: 1755-5957
