ANOTHER POEM

This’ll be my last post before flying home.

SHARI’A NAJAH AL-QADIM, DECEMBER 2010

It had rained.

I heard the gentle splash

of water under my feet.

I felt the moisture still lingering in the air.

I was glad for Palestine.

It had not rained in so long

and now there was water

and the water would give life to the land.

I was glad for me.

With water comes growth

and with growth comes rebirth

and with rebirth comes new beginnings.

I was glad,

for Palestine and for myself,

and prayed that the rain

would wash away the feelings

of hurt and of loss and of anger

                   and allow hope to grow

                                               and to live.