Jacqueline B. Husary, Lydd-Yaffa-Gaza, San Francisco

When I return to Palestine…
I will have mended my Sedo’s broken heart
I will make dolls out of bottle caps on the beach in Yaffa
I will reminisce at the sound of the old songs of times passed
My eyes will water and my throat will choke from the smell of the hot taboun dipped in freshly, pressed green olive oil
I will walk bare foot and freely through the forests and
will distinguish the different scents of the wind, rain, and earth