We are closed
for the weekend, holidays
for repairs
are reasonable words, yet are not
the we are closed on this wall
A long season
of drought, floods,
less or more than our enough
we know, overcome
But centuries of hate, divide, occasional
terror
leave nights more than sleepless
Blood informs dreams
We wake devoted to blame
Exhaustion closes doors,
borders;
fear names enemies, arms
the defense
while the fear of fear
guards the last open window
til the next night runs red
and two sides of impossible
step through the front door
to battle death versus not life
over dinner
It’s enough to draw the curtain
to blind against the faces, hopes
we might recognize,
guarding all ours as ours
as right