Planting Olive Seeds in Red Dirt

Planting Olive Seeds in Red Dirt
September 2012

ראש השנה בשילה, תשע’’ג

,I'm eating your food, wrapped in your blankets

and I'm lying under the palm tree beneath your front door

.dreaming about my wedding day

A dream you decorated from the promise you saw

.in my long nose, flowing skirt and braided hair

,A promise you rewrote for yourself

.where only my children will sit on the hills around your house

But the children who play on those hills have olive

.skin and black eyes

And as we sit together, dropping sweet seeds into our mouths

,on a table crowned with lamb and almond cakes

,glowing in the light of golden candles and new born babies

I'm wondering

if you remember

.how you murdered their olive skinned fathers

.I will not plant my seeds in red dirt