Seeds, Stories & Solidarity (Fall 2025) - Magazine - Page 58
Palestinian
Village
On the hill in the village, you can chock
the wheels of your vegetable cart
with a stone your grandfather once used
to crush thyme. Or smash garlic with a
stone your grandmother used as a doorstop.
You can lounge
on a wicker chair near a pomegranate tree,
where a canary never tires of singing.
You can dig a hole with your hands
and find an earthworm breathing
the freshness of soil revived by yesterday’s rain.
You can make tea with sage or mint.
If a neighbor or a passerby smells it,
an invitation to join is extended.
You put more cups on your table,
you walk to your garden and pick
more fresh sage or more mint.
—mosab abu toha,
from forest of noise
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