I tried not to think about the war
On my doorstep
I stopped reading the news
but when I went grocery shopping,
Instead of seeing bread and tomatoes,
I saw soldiers with big black guns
So I stopped going shopping and ordered online
But I couldn't stop my ears from
hearing the fighter jets
And my Whatsapp from telling me that
It has been 'permitted for publication'
Which just means another soldier has been
Killed
Another life taken too soon
Another family shattered into bits
And I couldn't stop my son from telling me that
his friend's brother had been killed
serving in Gaza
So that I could wander my beautiful Israel
I couldn't stop myself from looking at pictures of
Wounded soldiers and trying to see if all
Their limbs were still attached
Because, you see, mine are
I can't get away from this brand new reality
As much as I try
It's always there
It's sights and sounds and a undercurrent
of devastation
And it's not just me - It's
All of us here in Israel
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