A Plane the Size of Afghanistan

The trees outside my balcony,

Remind me of the trees of Afghanistan

They are big green clouds that land on the ground to lift our spirits
and take them for a journey of joy.

Remember how children clamor to climb trees?
Like passengers climb into planes and look from childhood-sized windows?

The trees on the brown airports of dirt laugh with each other

They wrap branches like we wrap arms

Look look

the problem at the Kabul airport is bigger than you say

Each person leaving
Is carrying all of Afghanistan with them

Who would leave a drop of what they love behind?

People stash countries too for the winters of diaspora

So send a plane the size of Afghanistan

Or send the rest of the countries of the planet
to wrap this wounded place with warmth and healing

Wrap them like a pastel-colored-yarn afghan.