Tuesday, November 26, 2024

26.11.2024

Uch.

The sink is full of dishes again and I have no energy to deal with them.

It's not emotional this time, 

Stam,

I have no energy. 

I could really sleep all day if only 

I didn't need to get to the Misrad Hapanim

And my manicure is chipped

(Only 5 days in! Can you believe it?)

And I've run out of food, and 

I'm sick of all the offerings on Wolt.

I push down the switch on the electric kettle

Pour the coarse brown granules of instant 

Directly from their jar into a tall glass 

"too much", I think, and pour even more. 

Outside, the bright cold light is still 

As it lies across the silver surface of the sea

And if I crane my neck, I can see the white, snow covered top of Har Hermon.

Sunday, November 17, 2024

18.11.2024

The Haifa sky is roaring tonight, except

Neither rockets, nor jets, but the

Most delicious storm is rolling through. 

My eyes burn a bit and I want to sleep, but I'm

Loathe to miss even a single crack or 

Lash of rain against my window.


No matter what, it's always been too long. 

In NY, maybe once every few years we'd get a windowpane shaker, but even those were

Nothing compared to those daily storms that 

Marked my Florida summer youth.  

Age twelve, I'd run, 

Ill advised out to soggy golf course across the street 

To twirl in the drops,

 catch

As many as I could in my curls

My dad used to say I was a duck. 

(He wasn't half wrong. )

But now I'm being silly

Drowning in nostalgia when right now

Right here — 

The cracks and lashes already decrease in frequency.

Oh, now, regrets:

Already, it all sounds so much further away.

Friday, November 08, 2024

Kintsugi

How many breaks can a bowl endure?

Even if beautifully repaired each time

With lines of gold 

An elegant map of its traumas,

With each new fall, 

And more lines added

How long before it

All breaks down? 

A memorial cast in gold exists only for others to appreciate. 

Pompeii

Already, I am a ghost amidst the ruins.

No one who even would have cared I'd ever lived remains. 

My memories, sensations, passions, dreams,

Words –

All turned to ash

Already blown away.