Assia, Oran.

                                                                Imagem:  Miriam Adelman

Assia, Oran.

There are many ways to return to a homeland.

Smuggled bones.  A book you wrote about exile.

In the veil of night, to take up arms, or to

straddle a fence, or pick your way through

the boulders, on your belly toward an unwatched  

 border. A body awash on the seashore.  A covered face.

 A counterfeit heart.  Temporary silence.

To step off a  plane into 

  the arms of your love: that

  sounds more like the movies.

 And they may come for you

                 in the morning.

  

- Miriam