The Ethiopian Afar

Some of these poems reflect the light caught in my daughter's camera during her work in a village community in the Ethiopian Afar. Others are more random shafts of light caught in the prism of my mind and split into a rainbow of reflections about life and death and the half-world of hopes and dreams that lies between. As is the case with rainbows, they are composed both of sunshine and drops of rain. I trust that somewhere amongst them you will also find a pot of gold. At the very least, if you