Why?

Why has the sun risen again? To see which garden? which soil? To see which house? nest table spread hot bread? Where is my house, where? Where is the window? Where is the door? Where is the laughter of the girls? Where is the earth? Where is my sky? Again the shaking of the earth! Again death again blood? Again the shelterlessness of all our wounded? I sit again, dumbstruck, in the midst of the earthquake Why? Have you risen again? To see my mourning? For my sobbing, my weeping, weeping? The whole wound of my breast has filled with the caress of the sun's silence...