Packingtown Review
PTR
To Find Home
by
Nofel
To roll the crank handle
of a car window—so that
you give your soul away
to the fresh air of your country.
To glimpse the water
from far away, hoping
it is not a mirage.
To smile when listening
to the sound of rain-drops
that frightened you as a child.
To find yourself in a song
coming out of a random coffee-shop
in a foreign country.
To collect your tears
that rained over the last
page of a novel.
To hear your mother
crooning a song to you
when you were little.
To peruse
Ayat Al-kursi
on a miserable night
before you go to sleep.
(Perhaps it is something else
you will read, but whatever it is,
it is home).
To rest your head
on another person's shoulder
when you are fatigued of life.
To remain awake all night,
awaiting the arrival
of your beloved.
To return from your mother-country,
carrying all of your family pictures
in a black valise.
To find home.
Packingtown Review – Vol.9, Fall 2017
Nofel
is an Arabo-Anglophone writer based in Canada. He can be reached at nofelshelleg@gmail.com.
Daniel Aristi
Very short émigré ballad
poetry