A Riddle for My Sister
            -for Doaa, Gaza

My good morning sings 
good evening to your ear.
My rising sun uplifts my heart
to hope.
Your setting sun draws you
to reverie.
My shadow leans westward,
yours eastward,
yet you are Orient
and I, Occident.

One sun illuminate us both.
If I search eastward, then, 
into my sun that rises,
and you search westward,
into your sun that sets,
do we not see the same vital fire
that inspires both our worlds?
Our worlds are one, then, 
not two.
 
Say I am there, and you are here.
Say we both say, “I am there.”