a poem rises

from the fissures in the ground created
upon an attempt to punctuate
a sentence with right to left and left to right
languages
both,
a poem rises.

when the spirit of the earth
tired of drowning in blood spilled
comes up for some air
in the breath that ensues:
a poem rises.

through the cracks in cages,
walls,
borders, prisons,
through an open window in your mother’s home
or your own,
the scent of incense,
a poem rises.

when you refuse to be silent
knowing
that life is impermanent
and words
live
forever,
a poem rises.

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About mirit mizrahi

artist, writer, activist, giant. זהירות! אני מזרחית
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