Home is where the heart is.

- tea fields, Rwanda, 8/13/05. Mwirirwe.

And when the day came and there

were none left to speak the dawn open,

to cast the windows wide at market,

start the razors in the saloons;

none to swat the dogs who followed too closely or

send the children for more water;

no man to lay the bricks against their wooden frames,

no young ladies to mix the clay and water, forming mud --

I thought to this moment, now,

in which the red hills would defy their stained and blood-soaked soil,

would once again allow the wind to rise amidst an ocean of tea

and, in so doing, send a bright

Good morning, good morning,

to all those found, still walking, on the Way.