Where I Sit

Where I Sit

November 25, 2016

Where I sit, the air is cold

winter is here.

The air is dry as dust.

The ground is forgetting its warmth.

But elsewhere, the sea is warm

and the cold air touches the sea.

Elsewhere, the air is wet

and the warm air gathers to me.

And clouds are forming

it’s winter for me.

The snow is falling

and melting away.

The colors are hiding

falling away

ground cloaked like a baby

from every display.

The drink is coming

I wish I could stay.

I lift 

a precious drop

of water to my lips

a long-thirsted song

on how the water drips.

We are 

not alone

whether or not

we like it.

We are

who we are

and also

who we are not.

The sky

and the sea

what is cold,

yet what is hot.

(inspired by Elad Nehorai’s “Jews Are United, Whether We Like It Or Not”

and by Aryeh Kaplan’s Sefer Yetzira:  The Book of Creation in Theory and Practice.)

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הורים — הרים — מקום קיבוץ השלג.  מקום המעינות.