I dream of a Village
I dream of a Village
What does it feel like
to belong to a village
where women gather
to cook and share stories
instead of chopping veggies alone
inside walls built to keep everyone else out
Where children run through gardens
that flow together
only stopping to eat
wherever the game pauses
and tummies growl
and a pot of stew is being served
Where locked doors
don’t exist
and open doors
and open hearts
and open arms
are waiting for you
Words and Art by Beverly Ash Gilbert