Sweetheart
we didn’t care how we landed here
we promised
to bury our wounds
into this weary ground
and heal our scars
under this released sun
home would be a happy hammock
swaying in the blissful air
we chirp bedtime stories
that start with
“once upon a time
there was a land of lions…”
to our kids
until they wake up
and see that
“encountering heroes”
is only a dream.
We planned to
clear the landmines
and dance in the meadows
that would grow with the touch
of our salted hands,
then we would sing the pledge of love
to the evergreen rainbows.
But this didn’t last long
when the earth beneath us
started to shrink and shrink
until it got
too small to fit in.
Sarwa, February 2016