midrashic poetry

Netzach She B’Hod

as in yoga, zi gong
my swaying hips

Haiku For The Week Of Hod

Gratitude a bowl

For Endurance

I want to tell you
that on Mothers day
I saw ten swans on
the Millers Falls River

Mothering, Yearning: A Response to A Story By Reb Nachmun

When once I was
a doorway
two in one
becoming two

Haiku for the week of Gevurah

seed rests in the vast
overstory light bursting

Poems For The Week Of Tiferet

we are beauty born

Passover

Before the gates opened,

the seas parted, we brought home

a crib, first cloths, blankets soft

as a mothers face,

Yocheved Speaks

Miriam, my daughter
who first opened my womb
turning me into a mother,
I named you for the sea
I’d never seen,

Miriam Her Tzara’at Ours

Va’yidabair Adonai el Miriam-
where are the books of Miriam
recording the teachings visions stories
the people retold and passed on
to their daughters and sons?
Remember
you are born through water,

My Foreign Fire

Tell the story
as if you were once
slaves in Egypt,
as if you were once
the chosen children
of the High Priest
on the eighth day,