Heavy with the weight of tears
And lack of sleep, I barely managed to lift my head towards the morning sky
To try and follow the movement which caught my eye
A muster of storks flew in a flawless circle above the houses of the moshav
Performing a slow and perfectly coordinated dance through the clouds
Their pace was slow and silent It steadied my wildly beating heart
It silenced the hysterical sounds coming from blaring televisions, from every house
It softened the screams of mothers searching for missing children,
Fathers, desperate for news about loved ones
Of manic politicians
I allowed myself to soar through the sky with them for just one moment,
Be one with these hundreds of white angels
Who watched us from above,
Who synchronized their motion,
So that they could be at one with the wind
And the air
And the light
And each other
Before I blinked into the sunlight
And they were gone
