Two sorts of people

From space
I could see planet earth
swarming with pixel people,

two sorts
one pink
and one black.

The pink pixels
seemed to wander at will
but they all returned
to their starting place.

They’re called ‘tourists’
explained my guide.

The black pixels
seemed to wend
more slowly
slower and slower
they went
until they seemed to stop.
They often congregated
in crowded destinations.
They did not return
to their starting place.

From in space
groups of the black pixels
seemed to end in the ocean
but from where I stood
it was hard to say.

They’re called ‘refugees’
explained my guide.

Jill Sutton


at Tilleys

at Tilleys
Poets for refugees –
to the clatter of breakfast
fizz of coffee machine

Janne Graham