September 2009
תשרי תש''ע
This windchime is my heart.
תשרי תש''ע
This windchime is my heart.
Hanging from our window corner it spins
in wobbling circles.
Spinning when we lay beneath them,
spinning in my absence
spinning in my dreams.
I wake in dizziness each morning.
The tiny, thin poles clink in clusters,
they are lustrous with sun,
and luminous beneath the moon.
The clinking clusters are two.
One for me and one for you.
We each have a feather that dangles.
Our feathers fly! And dance! and
whirl around each other with the will
of the wind.
These balancing chimes cried out when
we made love
רינה רינה רינה רינה !
and the wooden bow spurred
while the chimes would quake and
jingle.
But as the night heat rises, our bodies
fell to sleep
and the feathers float still,
their shadows in the candlelight.
This windchime is my heart.
Sometimes lost in the profane,
it whispers my wake.
