On the night that bin Laden died
— with a bullet in his head —
A beeping phone awoke me
from a restless night's sleep
— there were two messages
The night was still young
I thought about celebrating
but I smiled and went back to sleep
"A small, cool
gathering my house now"
A shout of joy
from down below
ended my restless night
— Jay was awake and had seen the news
A new day was about to unfold
Two hours later
Jay was doing laundry
and I was confirming
my flight back home
An hour after that
and Jay was out for eats
and I was on the beach
with my feet facing
our own private Mecca
The waves
— oblivious to the news from Pakistan —
continue to crash
against the shores of Mexico
Osama bin Laden
— the monster under the bed —
no longer has to worry about
restless nights
— but we do
— Mark Butkus
Nice contrast of peace and contemplation versus the outer world/ external events.
ReplyDeleteI think there are still monsters out there...he is merely a face to the movement but there is always another person eager to continue his "crusade" ~