From Judith Mahoney Pasternak, “How do you feel now/You who were David for three thousand years/The lone shepherd boy/Armed only with stones, against a monster/Who would destroy your people/And only you to save them?”

“The light disappears.
Was it real?
Again he lifts his wings
and prepares to fly.
Nothing.

He turns to the tree,
as if to ask if she sees.
His olive tree is silent.”–Basman Derawi

We shall meet awhile After a year After two years And generation… … And we…

‘There,’ points Grandma. She had a tent that was a home. She had a goat…