I am the eyes washed clean
the broken candle stunted corn
coming back as their grandchildren
looking at life from both sides now
the washed and the unwashed
mud between the toes
the tie around the neck is still a noose
clowns vs tricksters
feel the day’s reflection in the clouds
computerized by candle light
was it irony or paradox
an Israeli fisherman in Gaza
willing to become a Palestinian citizen
he only wants to fish.