olive trees

a poem for home, the land, my land

I wonder what the olive trees would say if they could talk

I wonder if their roots shrivel at the vibrations of the bombs

I wonder if they too, are scared.

I wonder if the blood of our martyrs reaches their roots. If the olive trees are strengthened by their pursuit for liberation.

Did the olive trees learn of the hands that planted them?

Did our tears help them grow?

I wonder what the olive trees would say

I wonder what it feels like to rest in their shade