Hands Washing Water
By Chris Abani
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Chris Abani
Chris Abani is a Nigerian poet and novelist and the author of The Virgin of Flames, Becoming Abigail (a New York Times Editor’s Choice), and GraceLand (a selection of the Today Show Book Club and winner of the 2005 PEN/Hemingway Prize and the Hurston/Wright Legacy Award). His other prizes include a PEN Freedom to Write Award, a Prince Claus Award, and a Lannan Literary Fellowship. He lives and teaches in California.
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Hands Washing Water - Chris Abani
One
I have never found a way to separate art from the act of living.
John Outterbridge
Auckland
the only Land… I can claim for sure…
(is) lodged between my toes
Hone Tuwhare
This is the measure of it.
Norfolk pines on Stanley Point,
like pagodas on an imagined horizon,
descend the hill slowly, dip
travel-weary feet in the saltwater.
On North Head, where the rock curves away
like the broadside of a giant back, is a cave
that catches the sweetness of the full moon
rising over the lips of the waves.
An ancient buried there stands in my mind
blowing a conch; calling, calling, calling
the way Tutanekai played that horn
with a desire and tenderness Miles never could.
Each note a drop, like pounamu on a string,
pulling Hinemoa across the water.
In front of St. Andrew’s is a rock, recalcitrant
in the way only old stone can be. Until Yang
Lian’s tears watered it with all the purity of rain.
That rock is a tongue chanting the names of the dead
to all who pass, and even those who don’t.
My kiwi friends and I make fun of tourists. Coming
up with new schemes to fleece them. We plan to get
a matching pair of fluffy Kerry Blue terriers and
pretend they are sheepdogs—a new species crossing
sheep and dogs into two prototypes: Baawoof and Grendel.
The museum on the sacred hill reassures
me that all old cultures are more the same.
Here there are the two staples of my people, Igbo:
yams and kumara, the limbs and intestines of
a sacrificed ancestor who gave us life.
I enter the room with the artifacts,
tracing the lines cut on
a Maori ancestor’s face. I remember
in this my grandfather’s face, cut deep
like the grooves scoured by blood,
marking him as a warrior, and I
am closer to home than I have been
for a very long time.
Tapa cloth against my skin recalls
a blue night in Timbuktu, where a lone
star filled the maw of darkness.
In a radio station studio, Yang Lian and I
face off like warriors. But this meeting
is an embrace, not death. And his words:
Before I came to Auckland, the sea was a distant
Idea. When I came to Auckland, I put my hand
In the sea and felt only the points of separation.
It took five years for me to find the sea inside my body—
This is true: words are bridges linking people
defeating the abrupt betrayal of piers.
Tin of cocoa
Tin of cocoa
Tin of cocoa
Car tow-er
signal me that another ancient language is
being mangled in the clumsy mouths
of a newer people. Yet even this
gesture is better than the erasure
my language suffers, because all
gestures point to a horizon of possibility.
Kauri trees are chained to the earth on Queen Street
where the land ends in the sea. I wonder if these
chains