“The Wanderer Returns (U6)”
From windswept steppes and icebound trails,
A motherline set forth with veiled sails.
Through mountains cold and rivers wide,
She crossed from East to Western side.
In Europe’s cradle, she found her name,
In hearths of flint and fire’s flame.
But winds would shift and call her home,
Back southward through the desert loam.
To Atlas lands and coastlines bare,
She danced through Maghreb’s salt-stung air.
Among the Berbers, she took her place,
A trace of northern, ancient grace.
She is not born of Nile or drum,
But of the snows she first had come.
Yet in the dunes her daughters sing,
Of distant stars and stone age spring.