"The causes for dislocation and migration are devastating. In this poem I try to imagine myself as a mother in the midst of urban warfare ... a scene, sadly, one might discover in so many locations around the world."
A Measure of Safety
(In Mosul, for one)
I know the map of this kitchen.
How many paces from its south wall
to its north, how many east to west.
I know the measure of its sugar
and salt. The measure of oil
I guage by its weight.
I know, from its window, the point
our street vanishes into the rubble
of our neighborhood. A street that once
had no vanishing point.
I know the breathing of our children
asleep in the next room. Their
Awake, my children imagine I know
how to keep them safe. In dreams,
danger seeps through every measured wall.