by Corey Habbas

If we weave our faiths together
on the loom,
and we unify under a Silk
Road blanket that began in the East
my arms will wrap around you, scoop
you under and
fold over you.
You warm me, Passover me,
rest beside me and
we curl around each other,
truly bonded and
yet I can still walk under a waterfall
ablution and
you can still dance
around a Shabbat bonfire. This
first light moves the air.
If we weave our faiths together
unique fibers maintain our identity and
our blanket will
slide across the breasts
of the mountains
along the hips
of the hills
barely covering
the river’s lips
and yet I can still feel
the love after waking.
Why don’t you
remember me?

Author Biography

Corey Habbas writes non-fiction, fiction and poetry for both adults and children.  Her writing has been featured in Skipping Stones, Azizah Magazine, Learning Through History Magazine and various anthologies.  She grew up in California and now lives in Minnesota .