AT SUNSET

Sitting on the balcony, this is as quiet
as it’s been for a month, but everything
is uncertain. Looking out at the bay,
there is an unfamiliarity to it, like looking
out a hotel room window. Even the voices
of friends all around you are like strangers.

What was once home
has been changed by yet another war.
This time, though, we probably
don’t feel like we’re on our way to our
promised day of light. If anything,
the night is just beginning…

(14 August 2006)