Stormbreak
in loving solidarity with the people of Palestine.
storms serve as a reminder that even our Sky
breaks.
it weeps,
cracks,
and booms at the anguish below.
what more can we do
but shake our fists
and blame all but nameless fears,
faces we recognize,
those that would betray the very fabrics of our collected atmosphere
if it meant that they would not burn
from the rain.
or the air
they break, without thought,
the things that are true.
from the river, to the sea
I see you.
We can see
everything.
