Palestinian Spring in the Mist of Time

By Genevieve Cora Fraser

May 8, 2004

It is late the moon glows

Warmly among the stars

A Palestinian man sits quietly

Sipping tea pouring seeds

Through his fingers

Sifting through thoughts

Calculates planting

Hope for a season

Of peace

His wife hovers nearby

Concerned for his safety

As he slips out planting

In the dimly lit field

Dreams cast danger

From his task at hand

A settler watches

From a distance

Strike now

Or wait

Behind the hill

A caterpillar

Revved to life

Flashes bright

Lights

Blasts past

The grove

Bears down

The field

To the man

Sowing

Caught

In the headlight

A bullet flashes

Death against

The spring

Emerging

His wife

Clutches

Their child

As the walls

Collapse