Day 494/Ceasefire Day 24

We will remember these days
without bombing, these afternoons
when we worked together
lifting slabs of concrete, uncovering
a pot, a cushion, a child’s toy.
We will remember the child
whose toy this was, the aunt
who leaned against the cushion,
the mother stirring rice and lentils
in this pot.  We will remember
what it is like, if the bombing
starts again, to have whole mornings
of quiet, listening to the rain
beat against the panels of the tent.
We will remember our own
strength when it becomes clear
we will need to call on it
again.  We will remember
how we resisted.  Do they think
we will not resist?