Blue
Hussain Ahmed
The Mediterranean remains blue across centuries of swallowing.
Because it is not a cemetery, it does not date its memories.

On the sky is a diary that catalogued the bodies lost to the sea.

In the language of a gong, water clashed against the rocks,
an elegy to the fish that embalmed our dead inside their cold bodies.

After the new millennium, I learned to forget what I cannot save.

A seed vault was built outside a deserted city—obscured with grief,
I searched for familiar faces from the shadows on the walls.

Now, every song in a foreign tongue sounds like a prayer.
from the book BLUE EXODUS / Orison Books
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"Blue" reminisces with the past but also reconciles the reality of living in Oxford, Mississippi, in the middle of the pandemic. I envisioned home with the lens that is getting used to a new landscape. In those days, I relied upon prayers I've known all my life, I relied on music I loved, but during the isolation, I discovered many more songs in languages I wish I could pray in.

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