What Will We Learn From the Olive Trees?
Flower beds look like
coffins in the moonlight
Babies in Palestine
are afraid to go to sleep tonight
There are seeds we plant
(of war or peace)
and the plants who see
the brink of our humanity
What will we learn from the olive trees?
Engulfed in flames,
our only dream —
to be rooted and to be free
Poem edited slightly after posting to include the line “(of war or peace)”
Beautiful poem