November / כסלב
Moments of Space
Down through the park I stroll,
brushing past leaves
wind tousles my hair straight and
I wipe circles in my mind
where messages to God may be written.
In the evening
an orange dark sky shows me stars.
They're listening to the echoes of the
city
cries of devotion, nearly ten thousand
years old
burst out of ambulance sirens.
In these moments of space
crowded and forced
I try to shed my gender
and allow the slim angles of my body
to glide down the hill.
Maybe one day He'll lift me.
