Saturday 9 November 2024

GAZA IS A DOOR



Gaza is a door

into two worlds - 

one that keeps us alive,


and one that kills us.

We die, either way,

at the door.


Death is a door

we knock on. And then run

far away from. 


Life is a door 

we can’t remember if we chose

to walk through. 


Meanwhile, the river moves,

a running thing, 

away and towards.


Meanwhile, I,

the other living thing

standing on this bridge, 


autumn leaves in my pocket,

rain on my skin -

the tiniest of windows letting light in.



Artwork : @bypeoni Peonica Fernando

Poem featuring at dverse poets


4 comments:

shaun/tenzenmen said...

A wonderful sad write. Well done.

brudberg said...

A sad sad world.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I am thankful for your window of light.

paeansunplugged said...

Sometimes the tiniest of window of light is enough to illuminate the darkness that shrouds. Beautiful, sad write.

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