We are invisible beings
Missing puzzle pieces
Around the house,
Trying to breathe underneath
Sofas and filthy mattress,
Until we are found.
Found by visible beings,
Those who find their visibility through us.
We are water streams
A place of prayer
But curses spit on us daily,
Inside our bellies, we incubate life
Where babies breath underwater
Yet we are invisible.
We are tropical fruits
In islands of the thirsty beast.
We are ripe, yet we are young
Bitten to be thrown with rotten ones,
On an unfertile ground
Where we fertilize.
We are rain in a desert
We come once or twice a year
Too moist and refill buckets
Yet we are deserted.
Even in thirst
We are invisible.