East of Jerusalem, the Judean desert stretches away.
A landscape of natural terraces, with escarpments
drop down the Valley, and the Dead Sea below.
A mother from Gaza stares at a spot far away
in the distance, she sees herself there, in a morning dawn.
She sees the desert bloom, quivering in lush flowers
She fills her heart with their scent, for now
full of trust, the place feels like home.
A siren calls her back
She inhales warm air through her nostrils,
breathes out, letting go
a life without limits on time.