I'd like to say: You cannot know, unless you live it. You cannot understand, without experience. I do not understand, nor do I know, what it is like to live in a war zone. But I have seen its impact on friends whose homeland is all but barren.

One enters between

our source of heat,

And our earth,

from which we breathe.

Like thunderclouds gathering,

Like waves, building before

breaking,

Darkness sweeps over us,

Sitting at the television,

Watching the inauguration,

A young woman goes on stage,

She says she has a vision.
 

Right then and there, the shadows fade,

All that’s left is a shining place,