Winds and Memories

This familiar wind

Hot and dry

Carrying pieces of my old self

As it hurries by

And smells that no longer exist

Perfumes no money could buy

This familiar wind

Carries pieces of my old river

Euphrates

Reminding me of nights spent together

Eating ice cream

Watching the candles light up the stream

Making wishes

Dreaming a dream

This wind passes much too quick

And I rush looking for a jar

Or a bottle

I want to save you

For my selfish reasons

And trap you

Like the memories that trap me

In a place that I no longer know

If it still exists

If it could resist

The bombings and the shootings on a small town

How could you, wind, turn this around

And take me to a moment of peace

As I float

Another piece

Of history

That no one remembers

Organic matter

That’s easily recycled

Easily blended

Easily camouflaged

Between the wind and the sand

I reach out my hand

As if to hold yours

My old self

You did good

You escaped that neighborhood

Where no child, or adult

Was safe

Where bombs did not discriminate

Stuck between love and hate

You soared far

And maybe you have the winds to thank

Or a God somewhere

Watching a dreaming child

And allowing her to yet dream

Oh how these dreams have changed

How your life has changed

Old self

You did great

Kitten Heroes

Kitten

Stuck between the second and third floor

She screamed

Until we could take it no more

So we changed our plans

And luck would have it

The store we were to visit

Had been destroyed in seconds

By a bomber we didn’t see

And that’s how a stray kitten

Saved me

In 2007

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2003 in History

They were barefooted

Running after the tanks

Men dressed the color of desert

Staring at the foreigner’s hands

Children waving

Glorious day

When they believed what the soldiers had to say

Freedom I long to know

Freedom they told me so

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Truth Told

A memory that’s not yet old

Her, laying on my dorm room bed

Fever filling her head

Gun shots sounding closer and closer

Baghdad, what have we done?

I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets

Sister, what have we done?

I told her I have to step outside

But she couldn’t hear me

The small glass window was near me

And it was threatening to break

And everyone was screaming

I wished I’d been dreaming

But I thought I had to say my goodbyes

Sister we’ve come so far

This truth had to be told

Before our story got too old

And everyone forgot we existed

The Red Traffic Light

Look at this world of mine

There are lights, and street signs

Detours and construction work

Things I never thought I’d see

Strange how life turned out to be

From the thirty minute walk in January cold

Just to get to a class and do as I’m told

To the wild dogs chasing after me

And the rain following close behind

I never thought I would find

Myself complaining about a traffic light