Blocked roads (girasol eyes)

I saw her staring up
to satellites above the earth
holding a sign,
and giving away her location.

She told a story
of the women left behind
in the middle of Iraq,
overwhelmed in communications
she saw me watching
she saw me looking
her bright red hair aflame in the desert.

She called me by name
send greetings
God speed
promises of sorrow and affliction,
I imagine a sure difference
between the respect of those who suggest
the acclaim of those already present,
it’s just an arrival, found in necessity
in a circle
seeking to and having begun

Rahab proffers security,
like quilts from selfless mothers,
or the appearance of a grandfather with his reading glasses
having a conversation in secret
where fear is mistaken for confidentiality
where certainty is resigned for hands reserved and crafted
calloused lips, sanctioned towns
blocked roads
for an illusion, a family tie.