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Sometimes
somewhere
somehow
I become a bird
Sunbird on a clear day
A national bird
I scout ants
Living and thriving hardworking ants
Now and then
I am also the gazelle
Legs long and slender
Doing what gazelles do
I eat and rest
Eat and rest
Often these palestinian children
Come up to me with leaves and stems
So I nibble at them from their palms, of course...
And then I restÂ
But you know
My favorite thing to be
Most of all
My favorite thing to be
The rain
I am each raindrop
Each molecule
Each atom
The sound I make against their windows
The memories I conjure on a long drive
One time I saw her standing there
As I poured
Palms facing the sky
A kufiyeh over her russett curly hair
And a smile on her full lips
I hear the prayers on their witty tongues
In their mischievous hearts
Welcoming me in with laughter
The best thing about being the rain?
Becoming the fertile earth
The color of dirt ever slightly more
Vibrant
Alive
Free
And that’s when I become
Ever
Green
Grape leaves you roll
Flower gardens you stroll
The trees
and between them the breeze
The chlorophyll
Your houses on the hills
And at some point
I turn into you
The cytoplasm in your cells,
The blood in your veins,
The pool which suspends your brain
And when you kiss one another
I become all of you
And you become all of me
Oh I love it so much
I love being the rain
Over
Falasteen