Growing up, Israel was where I went with my parents to visit our extended family; I always felt comfortable here as a boy. Still, despite my having been born in Jerusalem, Israel was not home. On my visits, I felt myself an American Jewish tourist.
Having now lived in Israel for upwards of thirteen years, my perspective has shifted dramatically. This country is no longer where I spend my summer vacations. It’s home.
Still, Jerusalem’s viscerally familiar outdoor smells constantly bring me back to those visits of my youth, leaving me a perpetual visitor.
rosemary on cool breeze; za'atar on warm bread
d’Verse haibun monday
At d’Verse, poets are encouraged to pen memory-themed haibun.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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58 thoughts on “Rosemary, or: Za’atar”
I can taste za’atar on warm bread – in Yerushalayim.
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