The Thorn in the World’s side
Where I have been there is no light
From any Sun; we have no Moon nor Stars,
No lightnings like these, much less any of this Fire.
There I must light up all around me.
By my sight all is illumined
(Ramayana, William Buck’s version)
At night, walking to the bus stand in Ramallah,
The ground beneath my feet shifted and undulated
Like a giant fish was swimming below the crust of the earth
(Below the cracked concrete
A giant fish rubs and scratches her scales
Helping to shift all perspectives)