
Highly recommended: A poem about community
The braille of our nation’s Soul
Like someone putting their hand up
Like someone digging deep
The braille of our nation’s Soul
You feel it across all communities
And all communities feel it
Feeling our way, young and old
We’re all feeling our way,
For a feeling called home
The nature of our tears,
is to find a home in each other’s eyes,
find some reason, some way,
between the tides
The nature of our blood is to find,
every other heart that’s not our own,
and still recognise home
Image: ‘Braille’ / flickr