Kabul Afghanistan 2011
We do meet for a moment,
my war waging compatriots,
In the blink of an eye they pass overhead,
a liquid shadow, casting a strobe like effect
from their Blackhawk rotor blades.
It is the occultation of light that connects us.
The outline of the helicopter,
here and gone,
for that one instant we merge,
inhabit the same space.
Why does it have to be the darkness,
cast over my small compound space
for the briefest of time,
which brings us to together?
How is it that we can be one in the light?