Three Weeks

It’s been three weeks.

Three weeks since they screamed,

Begging to be saved.

Three weeks since they bled,

Entire families slain.

I want to write.

I want to find the light.

Chanukkah is coming,

Not Tisha B’av.

I can’t find the words, the momentum.

I feel snuffed like chaff

Thrown to the wind,

Blown about in a storm.

All that comes to me are snippets.

Moments.

A line here, a thought there. Broken,

like our home. Pieces missing

Like the souls trapped

Held in bondage.

What do I say?

What do I write?

When we know

Nothing of their fate?