That Placeby

— Dunya Mikhail from In Her Feminine Sign (New Directions, 2019)


I want that place

and you in it as always:

how you remember my flower

kept in the refrigerator.

I want that place

and I in it as always:the candy moon we put

under our pillows

to dream of those who will love

us tomorrow.

I know the trees

in your garden and how they grow

quietly like grandmothers,and how the gravity pulls light

into your hands.



Mikhail is a journalist and poet in exile, having left Iraq 25 years ago. This love poem longs for uniting not just lover and loved, but lovers and place, lovers and past, present and future in that place. As we continue our own lives in this time of COVID-19, sheltering in isolation, a mild form of exile, even if it is for most of us exile in our own place, this poem spoke to me because home is not just the house and rooms where you sleep and eat but the community you engage with, from commutes to visits to people and places that are part of who you are. I miss the city parks, the museums, restaurants, the homes of friends–and all this is the true place of being, the one that centers on home but reaches beyond to our community. The return to that place is coming but not sooner than safety dictates for our national health. Stay patient and determined and strong.

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