"A Few Words for Ukraine," A Poetry Post

I've never seen your ports or airports.
I've never walked your streets.
I've never met your residents and would
never hear you speak if not for
world renowned contests where
sportsmen
represent their home, Ukraine,
so freely.

Yet you've found me!

Who are you, so deft and faithful?
How did you know I exist?
Did you find that we are knit together by
events that
I could
never know we share?

Is it my musings about hair?
Or is it my beliefs on kids,
or things I did that seem
so opposite?

What is the thread that
holds this seam together?

And how is the weather
in Ukraine? Is it
freezing there?

Does the 37 that I cringe in
make you smile?

Surely, we--Ukraine and I--have
somewhat more to say to
one another.

Because you are my reader,
what shall I write
for you?

-T. D. James-Moss