“To be rooted is perhaps the most important and least recognized need of the human soul”
and after a long journey, after experiencing the worst others are capable of
after being flung back only
I, exile, find myself waiting at some foreign transit station
waiting to be, long, belong, grow, rooted
I, continent: my hands, eyes, feet, shoulders, knees, mouth
waiting to be held, seen, grounded, spread
I, body, wear, what I pull over my head at night to sleep under
waiting for a roof, blanket, dream to call my own
my child’s hands trace the dirt that remains
some speak of dirt to name soil that has been displaced
my palms the paths I knew
its lines also contain my futures,
my eyes the family I will not see again
a pile of bodies in between the land and me.
‘scape
the rift is a dream-hoard
ghost presences shimmer in the air
desire gutters over
the lip of the border
they want –who are the they
property, payback, collateral
I long for a waking that remembers
a name, a life
my shadow grows
long with tomorrows
whose oath to stanch the tears
the dead shed only yesterday
death the only truth of the living
the silent stations of the stars
cross over me, shelter is the promise
of the sun in my eye again
my head is not a stone
my words are not bars
“we do not inherit the landscape from our ancestors
but borrow it from our children”
a ticking within and in the distance
sun drifts, grass splits muteness doubles the mind
another shot on the road remnants’ trail
without eyes and tongue, without hands
the earth a cart of limbs
only a shoe remains.
in the quiet of the night the wind
rips holes for me to walk through
Water Writ
Across the sea vowels appear and disappear.
The susurrus of waves lives in your throat of truth.
Your cloud messenger makes a ceaseless passage.
I must listen with iron in my mouth.
I must read the blood gathering at the shore.
Why did you swaddle me in this liquid shroud?
Here is where my inheritance drowns.
I will fill up my heart with what’s lost.
Sibani Sen teaches creative writing and South Asian history. Her poetry has appeared in a variety of publications including Saranac Review, Off the Coast, J Journal, Rogue Agent, and SWWIM. She has done collaborative projects with the History Design Studio at the Harvard Hutchins Center, the Concord Museum, the Beacon Street Arts Studios in Somerville, the former Green Street Studio in Cambridge, and the pop-up New Rasa Initiative group at the Public Theater in NYC. Her current projects based on migration and feminism include forthcoming poetry and a monograph on the Indian pre-modern poet Bharatchandra. You can find her at SibaniSen.com.