Poem by Safiya Sinclair (May Festival Commission)

From darkness we came,
in search of colour, in search of another,
reaching for meaning from the mud.
O love, a lost girl outdreaming
our loneliness, starlight we trace
to the golden river of family.
O life, a tender woman, the bright wind speaking:
No one is ever lost. No one is ever lost.
Together, we will gather. Where love still
blossoms breath from wonder,
each voice a sky opening,
a crown of hummingbirds.
Mother. Sister. Brother. Father.
They sing our names.
They sing our names.
They sing us home!