Poem published in Prairie Fire: a Canadian magazine of New Writing, Summer 2018, Vol 39, No. 2
Tumbleweed
Mom said we come from the mountain people in Beqaa valley
and I wonder if all those winds
wrapped her tumbleweed here
Mom says she will retire somewhere hot
to rest easy and give her skin the sun it needs
to heal new anywhere but here
The thing about tumbleweeds
is they don’t find their way back
The breeze will clap a goodbye song
against the flag boasted on her white suburban
home and she will float along tumble
spread seedlings and whispers
of the ends of her worlds while she swells
at the weep of the land which bore her
Christina Hajjar 