Rock creek always rolls to
the sea
and the water
rains down in the mountains
from the sea
and makes the creek
roar
in a cycle
the Mother’s cycle
the Father’s cycle
the sea
and our arms rise into the air
and our feet dance
the dance of the water
but the seas hear the roar
of bombs falling
on land
and the cries
of the forgotten children
So Rock Creek may stop
rolling to the sea
when we
refuse to weep
Inspired by Artvilla’s post here
