Basman Derawi | 29-01-2020
Leaving the house,
I am layered with my
Jacket, hat, scarf, gloves.
This is one of the
coldest winters in Gaza,
chill working its way
into the very marrow of my bones
and the fibers of my muscles:
Warmth from a heater
would chase them away.
But electricity is elusive in Gaza:
I laugh as I remember:
I read once that
Gaza floats on a lake of gas.
But Israel prevents its logical use--
at least by Palestinians.
Running in my armor,
rain now added to the cold,
I watch as the streets begin to sink
beneath a tide of water.
Sewage swirls in deep, rutted holes
that seem to widen every minute:
Inefficient waste treatment is another
‘gift’ of Israel.
Is it too late to learn gymnastics?
So I can leap over these mini lakes?
Another skill needed to be a Gazan.
Posted: January 29, 2020
Mentor: Pam Bailey