The Sand Hill Review          http://www.sandhillreview.org       2001 November

 

Embracing Knees of Sorrow

 

I saw my sister after

A separation of 22 years.

She looked like an eagle

Carved from a deer antler

Harsh and dry.

She said: He robbed

Me of everything I had:

My independence,

My nerves and now my knee. 

The only thing he hasn’t taken is

My mind. 

She’ll fly back

Thirteen thousand miles

To be with him.

 

A few years after his death,

My father was kissing

His brother’s hairy chest in

My mother’s dream.

She told him :

Don’t kiss his chest.

Kiss mine,

So soft and hairless.

But he wouldn’t.

The next day she told us:

I think your uncle has died. 

I had a dream.

 

If I sat

Embracing knees of sorrow

My father would say:

What’s the matter?

Have all your ships sunk in the sea?

 

Esther Kamkar