Saturday, January 17, 2009

Searching for Naomi Shihab Nye

and this is what I found.




For Mohammed Zeid of Gaza, Age 15
by Naomi Shihab Nye

There is no stray bullet, sirs.
No bullet like a worried cat
crouching under a bush,
no half-hairless puppy
bullet dodging midnight streets.
The bullet could not be a pecan
plunking the tin roof, not hardly,
no fluff of pollen
on October's breath,
no humble pebble in the street.

So don't gentle it, please.

We live among stray thoughts,
tasks abandoned midstream.
Our fickle hearts are fat
with stray devotions, we feel at home
among bits and pieces,
all the wandering ways of words.

But this bullet had no innocence, did not
wish anyone well, you can't tell us otherwise
by naming it mildly, this bullet was never the friend
of life, should not be granted immunity
by soft saying - friendly fire, straying death-eye
why have we given the wrong weight to what we do?

Mohammed, Mohammed deserves the truth.
this bullet had no secret happy hopes,
it was not singing to itself with eyes closed
under the bridge.

3 comments:

MaggieinHamra said...

Hi Margaret
Thank you for posting this. I am an Indigenous american currently living in Beirut. Since the War on Gaza began, and even through now, I have been glued to jazeera and other news outlets. I have cried and been so thoroughly angry and horrified that I can barely stand to breathe. While researching, I came across your blog, and after having read through your entire page, I was finally able to release, breakdown and cry- and breathe. So, thank you. You are beautiful.
Sincerely,
Maggie (Margaret) in Hamra

MaggieinHamra said...

Hi Margaret
Thank you for posting this. I am an Indigenous american currently living in Beirut. Since the War on Gaza began, and even through now, I have been glued to jazeera and other news outlets. I have cried and been so thoroughly angry and horrified that I can barely stand to breathe. While researching, I came across your blog, and after having read through your entire page, I was finally able to release, breakdown and cry- and breathe. So, thank you. You are beautiful.
Sincerely,
Maggie (Margaret) in Hamra

glued blue glass said...

Thanks for your kind words, Maggie. I am glad that you were able to release and breathe after reading my posts. There are only so many articles and books you can read about the Palestine/Isreal conflict as well as the politics in Lebanon before you just have to sit back and cry. Enjoy Beirut. Oh, and if you could just look out onto the sea for me, I would appreciate it. There must be a way to find peace with such beauty!!!