Rolling

Sitting in the back of the truck
Light sweeps in through the windows in the back of the truck
Twenty-seven people in the back of the truck
Hours since the man said «we'll be there soon»
Counting things to forget time
How many pairs of shoes? Nineteen.
How many T-shirts? Twelve.
How many red items? Seven.
The baby is still asleep.
Light sweeps in through the windows
Is he someone to trust
Falling into and out of sleep, clinging to that bag
Cities passing in the dark
Is he someone to trust
Tightly, holding you tight
For you I will fight my way in there
Hope before this night, this border, this light
Our way in there
Baby sleep, baby sleep, we are not there