“Refugee Not Always”

Monday, January 26, 2015 - 1:49 pm

“Refugee Not Always”

Aziz

Our father
 who was always our father
 not always our father

Refugee
 not always
 once a confident schoolboy
 strolling Jerusalem streets

He knew the alleyways
 spoke to stones
 All his life he would pick up stones
 and pocket them
 On some he drew
 faces

What do we say in the wake of one
 who was always homesick?
 Are you home now?
 Is Palestine peaceful in some dimension
 we can't see?
 Do Jews and Arabs share the table?
 Is holy in the middle?

This dedication is excerpted with permission from Naomi Shihab Nye’s collection of poetry, Transfer. For more poetry, visit our Poetry Radio Project.

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is the author of 19 Varieties of GazelleYou & YoursWords Under WordsA Maze Me: Poems for Girls, and Transfer.

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