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Elizabeth Zelvin: Ultimate Peace

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Art by Bernice Holtzman © 2025

ULTIMATE PEACE

 

Elizabeth Zelvin

 

 

my granddaughter at seventeen

one of a bunch of Jersey girls and boys

selected for potential

spends the summer on a rich kids' campus

all hallowed halls and tennis courts

learning how to think

 

she writes a research paper

on the other summer program on the site

children making friends, as she is

playing Ultimate Frisbee

the only team sport without outside referees

on each disputed play or call

the players must resolve the conflict

exchange opinions, listen, reach consensus

in thirty seconds—so say the Rules

the Spirit of the Game defines the game

 

what's special about these kids

throwing a frisbee around, eyes bright

flushed and laughing as they run and leap

swipe the disc out of midair and send it spinning?

they're Israeli and Palestinian kids

segregated from each other all their lives till now

coming together, my granddaughter writes

before their innocence and open-mindedness is tainted

 

she describes these children swaying, singing

John Lennon's Imagine, arms interlocked

uses it as a metaphor for a developing mindset

a refusal to allow political groups, public sentiment

and the media to corrupt their perceptions of one another

 

then she refutes charges that this beautiful moment

is naive, the song sentimental

pushing an artificial narrative of peace and love

she says, progress cannot be achieved without imagination

 

How can you expect a Palestinian child in Gaza

to forget the screams? my granddaughter asks

How can you expect an Israeli child

at the Nova Music Festival to forget the screams?

You cannot expect them to.

 

At seventeen, was I so clear-eyed? So concerned

my responses to the world might be

considered naive and simplistic

so articulate about why they were not?

 

Children's sports programs like Ultimate Peace

offer a long-term process of healing and understanding

that replaces lessons of being taught how to hate

she says. Not acting at all is much worse. As the cycle

of resentment and hostility continues

younger generations need to be better equipped

to overcome the fear and prejudice they inherit.

 

every grandmother is a fairy godmother

bestowing three wishes at birth

only three? okay, so we cheat

mine for this beloved girl are true at seventeen

health, happiness, and a social conscience

a happy childhood, a moral compass, and a capacity for joy

a voice of her own, an imagination, and the ability to think

Elizabeth Zelvin is the author of two books of poetry, I Am the Daughter (1981), and Gifts and Secrets (1999), and recipient of a CAPS Award for Poetry from the New York State Council on the Arts. A third volume, The Old Lady Shows Her Mettle, is on the way. During the Second Wave of the women’s movement, her work was widely published in feminist and Jewish women’s journals. Her poems currently appear in Yellow Mama and other journals. Liz has also published seven novels and more than sixty short stories, including the Bruce Kohler Mysteries and the Mendoza Family Saga.

Bernice Holtzman’s paintings and collages have appeared in shows at various venues in Manhattan, including the Back Fence in Greenwich Village, the Producer’s Club, the Black Door Gallery on W. 26th St., and one other place she can’t remember, but it was in a basement, and she was well received. She is the Assistant Art Director for Yellow Mama.

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