Gaza is not far from here

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind

* * *

This seaport's
skies
are heavy,
Gray.

The sun is not
speaking to
us;
Her rays kept to herself
shielded behind
Where tears are full.

Gaza is not far from here
Beyond the mist.

I am glad
at the discomfort
left by a missing sun.

Life is not normal
though
the cars shine with polish
as they did yesterday
and will tomorrow

Though the cabs fill and empty
with men,
women
about
heading to this mall or that
to purchase the latest
laptop
or style.

Life is not normal
and the sun knows it,
the creatures know it,
our hearts know it.

The skies are heavy,
Gray.

Tears threaten to spill
over,
Creating a haze over the blood.
And the jet fighters
stop
for awhile

Gaza is not far from here
Beyond the mist.