The Black Kite

Over Manus Island,
a black kite flies.
A few youths –
still with energy
to bear the difficulties
of this prison camp  –
made it.
The black kite flies,
a messenger of freedom
for us, the forgotten prisoners.
It circles
higher and higher
above the camp,
above the beautiful coconuts.
Our eyes follow its flight,
it seems to want to tear its rope.
It breaks free,
dances towards the ocean,
flies far and again farther
until no one can see it.
The youths stare into the empty sky
after their impossible dream.

-Behrouz Boochani, 2015
Translation by Ali Parsaei and Janet Galbraith