Holding hands (my poem)
There is a world, beloved,
where we stand together
holding hands
overlooking the Mediterranean
The scent coming from
orange orchards and cedar forests
reminds us of our shared humanity
It is not diversity that divides us
but the misbegotten notion that
bodies must always fall
My poetry is but an attempt to record feelings. All poems are written in one go. I do not tend to their aesthetic appeal, as that requires extra processing which detracts from my truth in the moment.