November / כסלו
There is a hunger inside every human
being for something more than
what is.
We yearn and writhe in our beds
reaching for a body, a cookie, a joint.
The smoke burns our lungs and we
fall back
into ease
not knowing,
temporarily.
Sometimes,
on our morning walks to work,
the ground beneath our feet
begins to rumble
cement curbs crumble and
We cry out to our mothers
Fear shoots an arrow upwards and
the sparkling glass ceiling of the sky
shatters.
What's left is vast....
that's all I know.
