POEMS
Poems for migrants and their descendants. The Poetry Collection "We Who Live At The Border", from the book "Identity and belonging". Can be used as conversational and reflectional tools.
CONSTANT GOODBYE
All reunions
are separations.
All separations
are new reunions.
Always someone waving,
from a car, a boat, a train,
a plane.
Accelerating away,
even as they are approaching.
TRANSIT
All places
a new curriculum
a new activity
a new pronunciation
of my name
BELIEF
Everyone believes.
Everyone fights for what they believe.
Everyone knows that what they believe is right.
Everyone believes that what they know is true.
IF
MAGIC
ANTHEM FOR TRAVELLERS
If I
to you
were
someone.
Not a number,
not a thing.
If I
to you
were
a beating heart,
brave feet.
Not a wave,
or a stream,
nor a threat.
If I
to you
were
Human.
If.
BLANDET
you have developed an expertise
in adjusting tempo, temperature
can change
character, expression, form
substance
Sing me a song about travels.
About distance.
About endings.
Sing about sorrow, longing, loss and sacrifice.
Tell me stories about being reunited.
About dreams.
About love.
Lost and found.
Say something about friendship, about hope, about faith.
Speak of the spaces in-between,
about all that was edited away.
Speak about what was, but was never spoken.
Give me words on courage,
on strength,
on resistance.
Tell me.
Write.
Speak.
Sing.
About all that binds us,
and all that sets us free.
MIXED
Half and half,
quarter, part.
Born Here,
but from There.
They ask:
What, Where,
never Who.
They insist,
while pointing in opposite directions,
that is True,
and this is Right.
They say:
you are one of Us,
or
you are one of Them.
Why not Double,
why not Whole?
Why not Neutral,
why not All?
ANTEVASIN
ECHO
I am an antevasin,
a shapeshifter
one who inhabits more than one space
someone who lives at the border
in transit
where home is undefined
between
italian, arabic, french, english, norwegian, amharic, shona, dutch
between
oslofjord, lalibela, zambezi
between
metropol, mediterranean, rembrandt, shakespeare, gordimer and munch
between
too much and too little
between
what was and what is
I am on land
but a part of me will forever be
at sea
will forever be asking questions
to those who can no longer reply:
did you find what you were seeking?
who did you leave behind?
what where you trying to forget?
did you ever go back home?