-I am reposting a poem because it makes a perfect companion to the visual piece I just completed and, more importantly, because the Syrian Crisis continues to force families to risk their lives in search for a new home overseas.
Watercolor, pen, pencil on photo paper.
The Last Refuge
I must say
I did not picture our destination so green
nor so spacious
Peace now percolates
wrapping up the booms and blasts in fat bubbles
whisking them far away to the surface.
I dig my toes into the rejoined community of
the bow of the bathtub
hearty chunks of a neighbor’s wall
all atomized like clay pigeons
for the sport of antediluvian urges.
Another yellow blimp lumbers by
baring its obscene yellow belly
bloated and writhing with more bodies.
We have lost El Bab
and everywhere else the land looks upon us with
the weary eyes of a bitch, her teats teeming with pups.
Only the water greets us with outstretched arms.
The open sea.