I face the bathroom mirror…
I face the bathroom mirror Standing silent Listening to the sounds outside my window. Birds chirping, dogs barking Breaking through the peace That hangs heavy in the summer air. Meanwhile, somewhere far away On the other side of the world Bombs are dropping. Someone like me faces her bathroom mirror As explosions shatter the peace Outside her window. She will scream And grab her children And run. Meanwhile, I twist my hair into ringlets Wondering what if Instead of lazy summer sounds I heard bombs Exploding outside my window? I try to imagine the horror But I cannot. I can imagine wild horses' hooves Pounding over dry mud. I can imagine the roar of a great dying tree Split open by the wind. I can imagine the cry of the eaglet in the nest Unable to fly, falling to his death. I can imagine many things I’ve never heard or seen. But I can’t imagine The horror Of the bombs. You may say I can’t imagine it Because it’s never happened to me. But maybe I can't imagine it Because it's something that should never be. How fortunate I am, I think, To hear only birds and dogs. *
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