Living Stones

The Narrative

1.

Yehuda Amichai is pondering a cracked
ancient Jerusalem stone with his fingers—
no point in appeasing a stone, he whispers
as he rubs the obstinate,
light-lifting indentation
that punctuates its forehead—

Do stones have wombs, he wonders? Or can they be
sculpted into nests for birds?

2.

He serves bundles of stones
to the bent mourners:
this one is for the burial procession
around the olive groves;
this one for the lone, smoky arm
left on the sidewalk;
this one for the half-deaf Arab who listens
to the whisper of stones
and smells in their skin
a heavenward thyme;
this one for each stolen fingerprint
taken at the airport.   [more]

Deema K. Shehabi

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2 thoughts on “Living Stones

  1. How on earth did I miss this one? Amazing lines! Stones!! I can’t even begin to pick out what I like best. I’m at a loss for words (for once in my life)! Beautiful comes to mind about a hundred times. And I’m panting as I read it. Freaking amazing.

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