We Will Steal What Is Ours

Standing at yet another fence
In Palestine
We read a warning
Written of all things
In English
Directing supplicants to call
An emergency authorization number.
“We are at gate 242,” we tell the Israeli officer
On the other end of the phone.
“If you will try to get into the olive tree fields
We will have soldiers to shoot you.”
“Really? Why? We just want to visit our relatives
the trees.
Make sure they are doing well.”
“Yes. The gate is locked
It will be open …
tomorrow …
6 AM.
Maybe.”
Which we know settles it for now
That the gate will not be opened
Not really opened
.And that soldiers are watching us
Through a hidden camera.
So we will wait
For another time
To steal what is ours.