Aza Green

We cried and cried

We couldn't call home and we couldn't fly home

Grounded.

The church doors were closed.

I stopped in front of a Muslim

book store. Inside a man and woman sat at a desk.

I stood outside

and went through a storm.

I wanted to go inside and pray with and for understanding

and peace. I also wanted to attack,

in my ignorance, the attack. Loving and hating,

I was there 5 minutes before I noticed they cried together

under my gaze

and I walked on.

4 minutes of silence.