A series of wars.
A series of storms.
Bombs, bullets, tanks, displacement ….
I, from my corner, waited,
Didn’t enter, away, away
From the “there.”
Call it history’s pages.
Call it history’s books.
I see clouds of life and death and tension on a flaming shelf.
Reaching, wanting, mildly interested, then deeply,
Finally, retreating ….
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky, early February 2015