I am hardening,
building up
a resilience to shock.
Every bomb
a conspiracy.
Every struggle
contrived.
My sympathies
are all spent.
I thrive on the promise
that the land provides
and under the shelter
of fig trees, newly
leafed,
I feel joy and hope arise.
The nearest I get to war
is the fight against goats
-
the infidels in my war of
attrition.
And for now, there is
peace.
They have been sold,
shipped off
to pastures new.
I replant and re-fence
in confidence.
(Shipped, against, shock,
shelter, struggle, promise, thrive, infidels, harden, land, bomb,
spent, resilience.)
I remember reading about your goats...
ReplyDeleteHopefully they have too found peace.
I can only imagine your fig trees re-leafing...