ADLI YACUBI

A Moment Is On Its Way

— You feel that?
A shift in the swell. 
Something rising, not falling.
A moment is on its way.

There’s a wave.
Not to drown us — 
but to lift us.
And riding it...

Bru, look again.
It’s not just surfers.
It’s warriors of rhythm.
With their keffiyehs tied like crowns.
Some on their heads,
others trailing their necks like wind.

From Gaza to Gugulethu,
you see them now, don’t you?
Balancing the impossible.
Dancing on pressure.
Salt on their lips, light in their chest.

They’re not waiting.
Not asking.

They’re coming.