Feb 22
I am here away in the dark.
Outside the winter trees
sway their million two hundred twenty five
artistic fingers
against the twilight sky
beckoning me to leave these shadows
and just for a moment
feel the black life coursing slowly
through their bodies.
They dance so quietly
no one but I
notices their intricate
artistry waving goodbye
to the daylight where throngs
of my species made their
tiny marks upon the history
of humankind
in these northern environs
lost in the minutia
of us who scarcely
notice the human tragedy
of a suffering Gaza.
Outside the winter trees
sway their million two hundred twenty five
artistic fingers
against the twilight sky
beckoning me to leave these shadows
and just for a moment
feel the black life coursing slowly
through their bodies.
They dance so quietly
no one but I
notices their intricate
artistry waving goodbye
to the daylight where throngs
of my species made their
tiny marks upon the history
of humankind
in these northern environs
lost in the minutia
of us who scarcely
notice the human tragedy
of a suffering Gaza.
I was enjoying a quiet moment at home in our garden room overlooking the winter trees through the windows in the back. I felt at peace. But I had read poems of my friends here on HePo referring the the human tragedies and suffering in Gaza. I felt a little pang of guilt for my peace and comfort while many in Israel live in fear and hunger with untended wounds. I cannot be truly human without feeling at least a thin line of pain within for suffering humanity here and around the world. These pages provide me an outlet for these contradictory feelings and thoughts. This website is a field of creativity and pain, light and darkness.
