January 3rd, 2017

poetry, exceptindreams

Ghazal: Back Home | Zeina Hashem Beck

“Ghazal: Back Home”
 Zeina Hashem Beck

For Syria, September 2015

Tonight a little boy couldn’t walk on water or row back home. The sea turned its old face away. Again, there was a no, no, back home.

Bahr* is how we were taught to measure poetry, bahr is how we’ve stopped trying to measure sorrow, back home.

“All that blue is the sea, and it gives life, gives life,” says God to the boy standing wet at heaven’s gate—does he want to return, to go back home?

My friend who hates cooking has made that eggplant dish, says nothing was better than yogurt and garlic and tomato, back home.

On the train tracks, a man shouts, “Hold me, hold me,” to his wife, bites her sleeve, as if he were trying to tow back home.

Thirteen-year-old Kinan with the big eyes says, “We don’t want to stay in Europe.” “Just stop the war,” he repeats, as if praying, Grow, grow back, home.

Habibi, I never thought our children would write HELP US on cardboard. Let’s try to remember how we met years ago, back home.

On our honeymoon we kissed by the sea, watched it rock the lights, the fishing boats to and fro, back home.

* Bahr is Arabic for sea. Also, in Arabic poetry, bahr means meter.