Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Plant that orange tree that hangs in Jaffa


What I really want to be

Is a wild orange tree

Growing in the warm dust

Of life’s sweet lust.

Here in Jaffa, I hang in a pot

I want to grow roots

I want my ripe fruits

To fall on brown earth and take seed,

Not sleep on this street and rot

Kicked into the sea,

Stolen for souvenirs,

For ornaments to hang on a different kind of tree.

What I really want to be

A wild orange tree

Growing in the holy dust

Watching heaven rust

Free.



1 comment:

Marissa said...

The Jews are not better or more deserving than the Arabs who lived in Jaffa and other parts of Palestine before. You cannot take someone's home and call it your own. Ve'ahavta leReyacha kamocha, ani Hashem.