I am from

I am from a feather duster

from a water filter and granite counters.

I am from the bars on windows

rough, rigid, cold – but common.

I am from the black iris.

The olive tree

whose long gone limbs I remember

as if they were my own.

I’m from chocolate gravy and games

from Baba and Mama.

I’m from reflecting and prayer

and from forgiveness.

I’m from have fun and don’t get hurt

and ahlan wa sahlan.

I’m from airports.

I’m from Jordan, Switzerland, and the Cherokee tribe.

Shwarma and Falafel,

From my mother’s illness

and my family’s support.

The time we spend together

anyhow anywhere

Is always a reason to celebrate!