Writing About Things I Cannot See

And so I’m born aloft not by what I see, but all I cannot see. A fish inside a teardrop and the small girl who sheds that tear.

Mind you, I cannot see her. She’s half a world from the room where I type these words with two dogs for company.

She’s crying in Gaza, where, among a hundred cruelties, she’s denied water as a factor of Israeli policy.

And I, a blind poet, here in America, see the long, bony pike swimming like a sober needle.

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto

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Steve, dear, are you also shedding a tear for the little girl in Sderot or Beersheva who constantly dives to a shelter (if she has one) to flee the random rockets the parents of the “small girl…crying in Gaza” fire at her? Whose parents have taught her to believe that the Jews should be annihilated? Whose parents also have covered up (with full support of the world’s media) the fact that all shipments from Israel have continued throughout this horror? I don’t know where you learned of this, but would appreciate a link. It is wrong.

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