REBLOG: ‘One Cup’ by Karima Hoisan

Poem:

For My Family in Jordan

Harsh lands bring soft embraces,
Here we all drink from one cup.
Before we put our share to our mouths,
We make sure there is enough.

Oven winds bake a glaze on my face,
While dry eyes squint to the sky.
Two leathered hands sift Martian sands,
I can’t pull away yet, and I know why.

Destiny’s prisoner, I smile and submit,
While drying out my soul is refreshed.
The cool realization; I am where I should be
Makes me know I am doubly blessed.

I choose to stay, in an open doorway,
Trembling ~ indecisive, but I don’t leave.
Feels like a premonition or a déjà vu,
On impulse I cancel my flight of reprieve.

Harsh lands bring soft embraces,
Here we all drink from one cup.
Before we put our share to our mouths,
We make sure there is enough.

Karima Hoisan
Karak Jordan
2006