midrashic poetry
May You Be Engraved
I write myself
once again
into the book of life
sky a page
river a page
muddied earth
and body a page.
What My Ancestors Wrote
God is like the sun
a light too fierce to face
so choose life
In This Beginning, In This Ending
I wander stripped of awe
handless, unable to shape
clay on the still spinning wheel,
having forgotten the melody
even the impulse
to sing
Teshuvah: A Haiku
Beauty returns, asks
Read MoreWhat The Waters Teach: Chiyut/Aliveness
of waving ocean
foamy feasting on land
coaxing rock into fine
hewed sand,
laughing, sighing
Elul Meditations: Singing
He sang the prayers
and the prayers
sang him and he
taught: Shabbat is song
and the song is Shabbat,
From Av to Elul
A passage through
narrowed caves,
graveyards, wilderness,
down rivers, across oceans
Two Haiku For The Month Of Av
On The Fast of Tamuz When the Walls Began to Fall
my walls breached,I choose
to not eat from my garden of despair
where long ago perennial vines were dug in,
seeds sowed by wounded ancestors and my own
tangled invasives. Today
On The Last Day Of Tammuz
I am wandering
waiting for someone else
to tell me I can enter, belong,