Oh! (Buzuku) Olive Tree
Olive tree I see in thee a thousand histories
Knotted in your limbs, buried with your roots,
Waving with the tide which keeps time
With the moon.
A devoted laboring friend
Becomes a reflection in your mirror, digging, pruning, toiling, shaking
Until one day his body resembles the twists of your trunk
His eyes like braided holes, his muscles firm and defined.
How many faces do you record in your gnarled bark?
How many lovers have you outlived?
A son, a father, a grandfather beyond…
A daughter, a mother, a grandma so on…
You, the ultimate witness on your rocky banks,
Standing centuries as Romans and Turks
Christians and Muslims
Untangle their world views and broken hearts
By your blue-green sea.
Only to arrive where you’ve always been
Based in the forgiveness of rich soil,
Climbing slowly to the heavens with
Offers of peace in your branches,
Mollifying oil in your fruit.
And love in your silvery green leaves.
Oh! Olive Tree
Let me soon see