For the Babies

I go somewhere else.

I'm sitting here thinking of my life and wondering why I feel so numb.

It's because I've been numbing.

I see more headlines

more photos

of bloody babies.

I want to scream.

I feel so helpless that all that comes out is shaking hands,

sending them light and trying to move on with my day.

To my baby

who's learning about the world

who now knows the continents on the world map.

I lay our hands over Israel, Gaza, Palestine

over the land I found out a few years ago

runs in my own lineage of blood.

My baby's first association with the word Murder

is the murder of grows flying over our house this time of year.

My baby's first association with the word Kill

is his love for Killer Whales.

I don't know what to do with this,

other than whale

cry

and wish for peace for these babies.

To hold them in my heart

and in my arms.