On Avram and Sarai and #MeToo
Shacharit, with kitten

Sparks

Notice autumn's attenuation of light,
how early night brings stars.
Back to the beginning.

Dark came first. Then God ached
for an other, for face
meeting face, the birth

of I and Thou. Shaped us from earth
and breathed a soul, tender --
creation's first kiss.

Skin touches skin: we seek
sparks scattered across synapses
and lift them up, new constellations

spelling the unsayable name
as fallen leaves melt into sweetness
to nourish the wish of spring.

 

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