Tourists
Gwen Strauss
Weary from travel
I seek a lodging for the night--
Wisteria flowers.
-- Basho
Together after half a year apart
we've come to rest in Athens,
to reopen folded letters,
to smooth edges of worn journals,
to confess in cafés on afternoons
of retsina. But first we suffer
jet lag. You sleep, I sit
on the windowsill
smoking a cigarette and it begins:
tomorrow, we will get drunk
on cheap red wine and promise to marry,
to settle in these limestone cottages,
paint views of the Aegean,
trip over children and roosters,
grow fat on feta, cucumbers, tomatoes.
Isn't this the place, you ask, where
Lord Byron drew graffiti?
Toasting our sedentary future,
while Greek women
dressed in mourning pass us,
you call them bitter-black olives.
We laugh. Then I remember
my grandmother's hands, what she could not
forgive, gnarled olive trunks.
Hung over, the day after
we will remember we are homesick
tourists who cannot marry.
But before all this happens,
I lean out the window beside where you sleep
and almost see it unravel,
the vagabond yearning
for permanence, like Basho on the road
in worn-out straw sandals
so tired he sees into beauty.
Traveling does that: reduces us,
Why else would we travel?
Not for the sights,
or the coming home, or these
passionate reunions, but pilgrims
for one fugitive moment
when we forget our endless
comparisons: this country to our own,
this hotel to the last,
this man to the sleeping others; forget
the weight of memory, shed
to an epiphany of wisteria flowers.
A Note on the Author:
Gwen Strauss is an award-winning author and poet, whose titles include ‘Trail of Stones’, ‘The Night Shimmy’, ‘Ruth and the Green Book’, and ‘The Hiding Game’. Her latest book, ‘The Nine’, released in 2021, follows the true story of nine female resistance fighters as they escaped a German forced labor camp, and made a ten-day journey across the front lines of WWII. The Wall Street Journal called it ‘a narrative of unfathomable courage’, and wrote that ‘Ms. Strauss does her readers—and her subjects—a worthy service by returning to this appalling history of the courage of women caught up in a time of rapacity and war’.
Gwen’s poetry, short stories and essays have appeared in numerous places including The New Republic, New England Review, Kenyon Review, The Sunday Times and Catapult. She lives in Southern France where she works as the Director of an artist residency and cultural program at the Dora Maar House.