Last night I dreamt
about my neighbors
No, not the ones who
live nearby
The ones whose cries
I can’t get out
of my head
Whose faces
brown and tired
have endured more
than I’ll ever know
Like the women I’ve sat with
and listened to
whose stories of homeland
sound like nightmares and weeping
My neighbor
who worries her son
may not come home
while I hold mine
Whose cries for safety
respect and humanity
fall on deaf or hardened ears
the color of mine
My neighbor
who my Teacher taught me
to love as myself
and that this
is like loving God
Her face in the face of
the weeping mothers
