When I opened the door
I found the vine leaves
speaking among themselves in abundant
whispers.
My presence made them
hush their green breath,
embarrassed, the way
humans stand up, buttoning their jackets,
acting as if they were leaving anyway, as if
the conversation had ended
just before you arrived.
I liked
the glimpse I had, though,
of their obscure
gestures. I liked the sound
of such private voices. Next time
I’ll move like cautious sunlight, open
the door by fractions, eavesdrop
peacefully.
Aware
How Brave You Are
How brave you are for slowing down
Mysteries, Yes
Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous to be understood
Shakti: Tiny Desk Concert
A reunion of the seminal Indian / European jazz fusion band for NPR's Tiny Desk Concert
Nakba
My mother is three years younger than Nakba
Hand of War
From the series of Palestinian poets
My desperate and sad prayer
I pray for Israel, I pray for Palestine
Galoba (The Prayer)
Trio Mandili is a Georgian vocal group, here they perform a piece entitled "The Prayer"
The Ant, the Grasshopper, and the Antidote to the Cult of More
A Lovely Vintage Illustrated Poem About the Meaning and Measure of Enough