The renewed violence in Gaza has left me in something of a state of mental and emotional paralysis.
Since the first Israeli strike in Gaza, I’ve been knitting birds … white doves, yellow birds, red birds, blue birds, birds, birds, birds, … my personal vigil, to create some semblance of an aviary for peace.
There are birds on needles, birds waiting to be stuffed, birds with wings, birds waiting for wings, birds without wings. Birds, birds, birds. I dream of birds illuminated by fireworks of Ketusha bombs, white phosphorus shells, and the light of reason.
I am stymied by their silent song.
Ben Heine, Dove