Safa means ‘safe’ in Farsi
She explained as
We made the trek down
From the ranch house to the barn.
By the time we reached the bottom of the hill
The paint cans in our hands were boulders
And we set to work with rollers,
Covering the old wood the color of the open sky
And changing the decrepit and forgotten place
Into a home.
Four beaming eyes with pupils the size of saucers
Still slink away from me.
I know they’ve been hurting
And I know that they’re scared
But I don’t pretend to know what it feels like
To have your life in someone else’s hands.
But that’s why we’re here.
To open our arms
To make a home
To open some souls up to life.