Tonight, on YouTube, cable, and satellite,
there’s a secret channel, where clouds above
the Sahelian droughts outlast your pessimism.
The moonlit rains on the Tunisian plains
will craft a jeweller’s dream—a diamond
torrent before the desert sands reveal
The California redwoods bless the earth
tonight—invisible as gravity.
Cities balanced on their limbs, our wars
on their capacity to breathe. They guard
our beds tonight, our thankless, private gods.
A sapling roots within their soil, and gathers
Tonight, there’s no commercial pause—
a towhee by your window obeys the laws
The laws of light illuminate New York
tonight: Being fashioned into being.
The report tonight: poetry is news
that stays beautiful. A miracle that words
hold meaning beneath their musical.
(In Gaza children dance tonight.
(But only for tonight.))
Yusuf Saadi‘s writing has appeared in journals including the Malahat Review, Grain, Vallum, PRISM, Prairie Fire, and untethered. His debut chapbook, Sonnets on a Night Without Love, was published by Vallum last year.