Making Magic: Beauty in Word and Image features 16 poems that visitors can listen to at “poetry nooks” in the exhibition. Here is one by Eileen Flor:
With Each Drop of Argan Oil
Beyond the Mediterranean Sea, across the Atlantic,
before her mirror, an American woman
examines her face with sigh.
The sun has set deep wrinkles of worry,
so she opens the bottle of Argan oil,
fifty dollars an ounce, pours a dime size
of the honey colored hope into her palm,
and rubs her hands together
soothing it into her pores,
smoothing it down her neck,
into every follicle of her hair
to keep her job, her husband, and then
she lies beside her daughter’s bed, opens a book,
and reads to her of kings, queens and all the people
that she might become in her dreams tonight.
In Morocco, a Berber woman opens a jar,
drops and jingles in a dime, a day’s wage saved
by every village mother who collects Argan oil by day.
She holds her daughter’s face between her palms,
as if she is the moon to shine into each hut.
Embracing her daughter, she points
beyond the Argan tree, to a space
where the gods have made nothing grow,
a place to build a school to fill with books,
to fill a daughter’s head with dreams.
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