As the sun gallivants in Gaza no matter what happens
Shadows grow longer for decades
While a timid life always walks a few steps behind…
It’s many a long day since the guestroom was opened
Feels tired of waiting on a woman’s
Last strand of black hair
Speaks as if it’s the first time but to whom
People in the photographs wear out as she dusts off
though it never gets untidy to make up a bed everyday
Rain pouring on Tel Aviv will soon fall in her garden
Since between Palestine and the sky
Can nobody
Build a wall
Then again, she’s got tired of waiting
Trans. by Neslihan Akkar