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Occupied Senses

2 May 2011 3 Comments
By Sa’ed Adel Atshan
 

Dipping bread, fresh from the oven
Olives, from our garden, pressed to oil
Biting goat cheese
And chilled watermelon
Red, White, Green, and Black
Palestinian evening
On the balcony
Watching the sun set
As the minaret’s azan fills the air
Calling people to prayer
Jerusalem is so close
Yet so far
We can see
We can hear
We can taste
When can we touch?

Sa’ed Adel Atshan is a Master in Public Policy candidate at the John F. Kennedy School of Government at Harvard University

3 Comments »

  • Kay Merkel Boruff said:

    Tu Do Street

    Tu Do Street

    Little lacquered children
    Gaily jumping rope
    Pigtails flying

    An enigma—
    Almond eyes and western games

    Are there lessons
    You could teach us
    Almond eyes with western games?

    # 12 July 2011 at 9:43 am
  • Kay Merkel Boruff said:

    Dear Sa’ed,

    I sent you a poem. I enjoyed “Occupied Senses.” Great last line. You’re on the “write” track. Good luck with your studies.

    Kay Merkel Boruff
    Dallas, Texas

    # 12 July 2011 at 9:45 am
  • Lynn Jerome said:

    This is lovely and esquisitly done.

    # 12 July 2011 at 9:34 pm

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