Type: Poem

“Every song / a protest, ready to transform.”

“Tonight, perhaps, don’t be in such a rush / to set up your candles against the dark.”

“One day, / The court of the captives will convene / before the halls of power…”

“What I need, right now, / is to not feel…”

“I cannot be soothed / because there are / no moral answers…”

“When the dark comes, let it. In its own way, it offers us balm.”

“I am thirsty to return to the peace of our peoplehood…”

“What things do you have planned? Do you march with torches? Do you scream out for our death?”

“reaching toward me, / as alive and animated / as my own unimaginable heart–”

“Can we be mirrors of each others’ light?”