​Concealed - In the Light of Day

 

October 7th:

The Shelter holds me close,  
bombs fall, painted on blue sky.  
Fence broken— they come.  

Wood jammed in the door,  
shouts rise from the park outside.  
Nothing more to do.  

Daughter checks on me—  
"Did you lock the "mamad" door?"  (shelter room door)
Yes, I send a pic.  

A friend calls to blame.  
He is safe in Switzerland.  
I hold my silence.  

Alive, still here now—  
each moment, I witness this,  
capture it in light.