Peregrine, the Heart Is Its Own Sky
---for Mohammed, Gaza
Hail, raven-headed beauty, my Mohammed!
I hear your peregrine voice, heart-raptor,
Keening in heart-hunger for her, your city.
Where is she? You, held captive on a perch,
How will you find her, how soar above her,
Then rest among her domed roofs by the sea?
She lies broken, weeping and waiting for you.
She lies on her side, wounded and sleeping.
She dreams of a warrior with strong wings.
Hail, dark lover, you are not captive beside her!
The heart is its own sky! Open your eyes. See her.
Grasp her shoulder, awaken her, teach her again to fly.