UPON THE EVE OF WAR
The Ukraine
She stumbles barefoot into the small kitchen
as shards of mirror glass
fall from the sky,
a man stands on the cold, grey cement train
platform
waving goodbye to his daughter,
five years new to this world,
We watch in a mix of horror and feast,
Missles fall
as New Yorkers eat pierogi at a
local Ukrainian cafe,
the waitress stands in the back alley
Under the red exit sign,
A clove cigarette in one hand,
Tears at the corners of
her eyes,
I sit praying
over hot coffee for an end to
all war,
all senseless destruction
of a weary world
swimming through
A tsunami of grief,
She calls a friend
and asks,
how can we love more fiercely?
I almost fall to my knees as if
supplication brings peace
knowing the Uranium mines
deep beneath the earth’s soil
is waiting to be mined by
men set on destruction of
democracy as we know it,
the US still so young in
the history of wars,
of breadlines,
of bodies on cargo planes,
of barbed wire
stitching our hearts
together,
What is this human need to own
what is already given?
To colonize the bodies
of women and girls,
to multiply the bank accounts with
blood stained rubbles?
does he seek to nurse his
empty, lonely heart,
to fill himself with stories
of empire,
and palaces of domination?
When will his hunger
be satiated by old stories leaving
us all hungry for warm, fresh,
baked baguette,
a soft pillow,
fresh, clean drinking water,
a safe place to dream,
schools to nourish our children with
new stories,
stories of communities
woven by midwives and makers who
know creating our way through trials
brings joy to us all as
artists build worlds of
safe havens,
where collaborations are as
easy as breath,
where the silence of morning
waits for the first songbird to
sing,
and war is just an ancient memory
on our communal map
Collecting dust,
under glass at the local museum,
Where we recite verse from the
time worn text of our ancestors and
our children dreaming,
ever dreaming of sweet
liberation.
Powerful and heartbreaking, Amy