When it happened, some of us were planting in the garden or
spreading manure and digging the pungent soil into beds. Some
of us were looking into the eyes of the beloved, or into reflections
of self we mistook for the beloved. Some of us were finding it
hard to breathe. Some of us were trying to keep the house clean,
making plans or canceling them. When it happened some of us
left the television sets and the news of bombs hammering against
the night and sat down in chairs and tried to explain to ourselves
what it was about. Some of us couldn't bear to come out at all,
but stood alone in the spring evening and stroked softly, softly
our fear. All of us must have been asleep to have let so many lies
slip by like the hundreds of days between now and then, slip by
like this silence we have not yet learned to break.
*On the anniversary of the bombing on Baghdad, March 18, 2004
Terry Ehret
2 comments:
Beautiful, thanks so much for sharing.
again i like to take these little lines with me:
"Some of us couldn't bear to come out at all, but stood alone in the spring evening and stroked softly, softly
our fear."
i feel i could write worlds along that. thank you
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