Day 214

(the Rafah invasion)

Now where do we go?  The woman living in this tent
is about to give birth to her first child. 
Everything she sees
is dust and rubble, broken pieces of lives.
The child inside her moves.  
Here is an elbow, here a foot.
The stench of death is all around, 
but at moments the breeze
still carries a fragrance of jasmine. 
At night she speaks
to the child, who doesn’t know yet
that we are made of beauty and peril.