I'm breathing the smoke of gunshots, mortars, missiles, and oil wells burning. I'm stirring in the night, hearing children crying and mothers keening.
The soft spring breeze has the grit of desert sandstorm. The night sky is torn by explosives, cut by the arc of a missile. There's no place far enough to put my heart at ease. Can I buy another chance? I want to refuse to take sides. I want to imagine a world more spacious and more intimate. I want the courage to buy homes and meals and schoolbooks instead of guns and tanks. I want to be peace, wild and fierce and sweet. April, 2003 Joelle Lyons Everett * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected], Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
