Julia Davis
Bailik
i was standing
in the midday sun
Bailik
i had trodden
the underbelly
of your city
Bailik
and i felt
coming from the sand
your vision
standing in this garden
i drink of oasis
at this your house
Bailik
you came here
from where i go
came from the stethl
houses dark
crowded with snow
clogging the fires
the prayers told
over and over
the white shawl
draped over
your child shoulders
you came here to the sun
and saw the shore
as I see it now
white sand
warmed all year
and here you built your house
tiled with blue sky
pictured with joy
the stethl memories
planted out in your garden
by the fountain
and here your chairs
make circles
for everyone to speak
here you heaved
languages into a huge fruit bowl
and made ivrit
Bailik
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