Satellite Park

A sunset view of Beirut from a balcony in Hazmieh, Lebanon

Down the mountains, past the Cedars

there's a garden of satellites

rooted into the rooftops

scattering seeds of electricity

sending signals inside

through the windows into the soul

to where the souls inside the walls

are hiding from reality by

swiping right and scrolling up

trying to fill the void

trying to get the heart beating again

because reality is sometimes scary

But outside the windows, up in the sky

birds, real birds are tweeting

the trees are dancing

the wind is whispering—come

out in the air where the satellites grow

leave your nest

open the doors

the birds, the trees, the wind

they know

that reality is sometimes beautiful