A little place
(from Genesis 19:20)
A blue palm has spread over the cracked dry shelf.
What is the sound of tears dried out?
Pitter-patter the mind goes, slump goes the body.
Go forward. She hears God. Let’s get out of here.
She hears others nearby. Her feet spark.
She holds water, the wobbly heat in a pail.
She loves and knows it will not end by itself.
In her heart she holds their raw cries, and hers,
and hears their migrant tales. She cannot bear
to be told again not to look back for them.
Look, there’s just no other way for her to love.