Salt and sand
Water and waves filled with
the shores you left, those years ago.
Did the wave that lifted you as you swam today
Come from over there?
Had it left the sandy shore of Jijel to
Did you swim in that same wave as a boy
With your father who laughed with you in the sun?
Did your mother place your tiny feet in that wave
so many years ago?
That wave belongs to you, it is you, the wave from Algeria.