in the migrant's voice
sunlight through the window ...
Happy New Year
on the migrant's tongue
the migrant's long sigh ...
Statue of Liberty
1 The first haiku won Second Place in the 10th Kloštar Ivanić Haiku Contest, 2013. Below is the judge's comment:
The year wears on, maybe he is a migrant farm worker, far from his home country. He is working late, the harvest moon rises, huge and yellow over the horizon. Filled with nostalgia, he thinks of his homeland, his family, his life there, as he talks to fellow migrants he holds back tears, but his voice wavers.
2 Give me your tired, your poor
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Poet Emma Lazarus, "The New Colossus," 1883, inscribed beneath the Statue of Liberty in 1903