After Weiss’s Chicken Farm, or When We Went to Israel

in the city of Nazareth
naive Americans there we were
to make things better
not understanding that we
were the ones learning.

In an ulpan
language center on top of the city
near immigrants from Georgia
every single day I took the bus
to Lower Nazareth where Palestinians lived
every single day
instead of learning Good Hebrew
I would sit at an olive wood store
owned by a man named Agram I would sit
on a low stool he sold kitschy camels
I still have his camel tourists would get
off the buses they were visiting Nazareth
shouting LOOK AT THAT
pointing to his camels, and me.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

1 Comment

  1. My favorite movie about the Jewish-Palestinian relationship was about two boys, one from each of these families, accidentally switched at birth, who discover it as teenagers/young adults…a very touching story…

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