misty beginning

Misty Beginning.

White mist this morning,
tastes of the ocean
it’s a good moment to be outside,
the world is at ease, no jet-planes streak
across the sky no ominous clatter of
helicopter gun-ships;

Children of Palestine can sleep
in peace, for now.

The mist’s lifting I can see houses,
they lean on each other, still shuttered
and asleep.

It’s clear day now I hear rattle as
a red-cross helicopter crosses
the blue sky its rotor churns sunlight
around, hope the patient makes it.