Seeking To Repair
torn seams, clear
cut forest, scorched
city, rubble where once
a breast lived – I
remember
Opening the Tent: A Midrash on Abraham And The Guests
Sometimes we get
stuck, leave the wrong way,
the cord wrapped round
our neck, the path too narrow.
On The Edge
of the forest, after the fire,
and floods, a sodden
smoky grief. I am nowhere
while everywhere, having lost
a path to my exaltation,
innocent expansive joy I begin
Where the Ancestors Dwell
Where, how
do the ancestors
live in me –
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,