POEM #19: Talitha, Koum (Little girl, arise)
Of course, after what happened this past Saturday, I had to let drop whatever essay I thought I was working on, and this week have been working on something new, something hopefully deeper and more painful.
I usually try to write and rewrite until I’m no longer angry or cynical, and then I rewrite once more, and it comes out pretty alright.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to do that this time. I’ll try. I’ll try to have the new essay out to you next Thursday night, before leaving for the Front Porch Republic conference Friday morning, but if I don’t, know that it’s because I’m trying to take it as far as I can, and it’ll come soon enough.
In the meantime, there’s a poem I’ve been hanging onto, and now it seems like the right time. I’ve finished it, finally, and now dedicate it to all the young girls killed, raped, and kidnapped by Hamas, and to all the young girls who have died, or will die in the days to come, in Gaza.
Forgive me, it’s almost nothing.
love,
Graham