A poem by Jess Semaan
No words to express how the heart feels right now
Maybe we don’t word
Maybe we stomp
We stomp till the earth cracks
Maybe we shake
We shake till the wind weeps
Maybe we twirl
We twirl till the sun rises
Maybe we sit
We sit till the ancestors roar
Maybe we stroke
We stroke our bellies till fear leaves
Maybe we kneel, we bow, we bow, we stand, we kneel
Maybe we hold a body
Maybe we are held by a body
Maybe we walk
We walk so slow, so heavy to the beat of bombs
We walk till we get home
And how will we know when to stop?
And how will we know it is home?
Maybe we don’t stop
Maybe we know that we will know
That our bodies know when it is safe
To weep
Maybe for now
We don’t stop