I ducked the other day

my arm went up to cover my head

and I went low

when I saw something coming at my head

My breathing turned shallow

fear shot into my brain

telling me to RUN, HIDE

It was only a ball tossed in the air

in fun

and yet in my mind it was a closed fist

forcing its way through the air

to pound my face again

like it did so long ago.

I read today about the children in Gaza

traumatized by the incessant bombing and firing of weapons

They are scared

Their parents cannot console them – they are scared

The children cry when night comes

Sadly, their fear will never go away

For a long time, they will want to RUN

but there will be no place to hide.