Sanctuary Steps
peccadilloes of space
precarity rather than imbalance
is it a world of shame or fright
or ageist grace –
and sometimes trauma is remembered
highlighting in disarray and memory as bruising –
Abysmal story in early morning’s dream passage
captivated my attention
and I am now rewarded by space
loping over sloping paths–
flowers in hands to captivate friends into grace
in search of the peace to be freed from being scared so often
I resist and free myself from its alienation
Dear-sop dreaming rescued me from death
I was witnessing.
[ I am indebted to the writings of Lara Sheehi and Stephen Sheehi regarding the Palestinian and Israeli conflict from a psychanalytic context for germinating my thoughts about my own incapacities]