A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature
I watch as the boy sets out for the larger world and think of my grandfather’s father,
On a boat bound for America,
Silently reciting the Our Father while crossing the Atlantic.
He has a small suitcase,
He has his Catholic prayers,
He has enough money to purchase one meal a day.
A book like this would have seemed ridiculous to him.
After all, there was only one place to go:
An address in New York where someone he knew could give him a bed for a few nights,
If he could get there.
Copyright 2017 Kareem Tayyar