I Like Nous
Posted by: adonis49 on: September 21, 2008
I Liked Nous (Written on Nov. 2002)
I need nous (we in French), of yester years,
Together, an extended family.
I liked nous, children and growing up.
Way before we became professionals,
Married with children
Scattered in the five corners of the world.
I am cozy within my new nous;
Of a newer generation:
A very restricted family
Of a new generation who abhors extended families.
A new generation who gets busy when called upon to be visited
By an older generation.
Some hide in the attic finishing a much delayed project
A few are locked in the computer room,
Riveted to a stupid monitor.
I woke up at four in the morning, read a book for an hour
And I went back to bed.
I’m now dreaming.
I read the title of this poem and its first “stanza” in my dream.
I remember in my dream, the four of us cousins sitting around a table,
Jihad, Hassib, Nassif and I.
It was morning in a well lit room, pretty untidy;
I think we were sitting in the kitchen.
Jihad was reading a newspaper, sipping his cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette.
Hassib was at the other side of the rectangular white table, a pipe helping his readings.
He was restless, acting unperturbed, aloof, and English.
Nassif was cheerful, carefree, not self-centered, an uncharacteristic Nassif.
Nassif is reading in silence, on a white napkin, a piece of poem;
A napkin like the one used in Pizza Huts.
He might have guessed the poem was meant to Hassib written by me.
Nassif handed Hassib the poem who faked to be unconcerned.
Then, while I was chatting with Nassif, the “English” surreptitiously read the poem and sets it aside.
Nassif is flipping through reams of computer pages,
Printouts we used ages ago, computer statements inputted on punch cards.
Nassif says “This is beautiful” and let me read a few scribbled lines
On one greenish printout.
I said “This is my handwriting. I don’t remember having written these lines”.
I was reading the title and the first stanza.
I woke up from my dream.
A sweet dream, sweet nous, of now grown ups.
November 3, 2008 at 4:41 am
Beautiful free verses. Your “nous” attracted me…
Thank you.