Chad
Chad is desert and
Muslim women gathering
firewood in fear.
When their strong faces
burn through photos with bright teeth
spread wide like clean bones
I think of domed skies,
trees, dust, mortar, the promise
of love and water.
My CEO went to Chad recently on a human rights trip to visit Sudanese refugees in camps along the border. Hearing about the trip makes me feel incredibly selfish for bitching about my utilities bill or my student loan payments. I mean, seriously. Here’s where Chad is in Africa, if you don’t already know.
