Ether and Dust
June 10, 2026 —
Ranja al-Harisa
The ether is out there and my ear points in the wind
Noises, crackles, static
voices inbetween
strangers on the ether
Mountains and hills
from the dust of the stars
Dust - compacted into rock
Compacted into coal
The coal in my hand
lines of dust on paper
for the eye to see
for the mouth to tell
to a stranger
on the ether