Where am I?
Do I even exist?
What role do I play in the universe?
For most of my life, I ran away from these questions.
Category Archives: poetry
When Exactly Is Later?
The day just started and now it’s 6 pm
The month is almost over, it happened so quickly
It’s only spring; a new year is just around the corner
Thirty, forty, fifty, sixty years go by too fast
The Old Man In Spring
…
Oh back in my day when I was a youngster
Spring was lovelier than it is today
And that the lovely girls back then were lovelier
Is the only thing that cheers us old men on their way.
To The Sun
…
More beautiful than the impressive moon and its noble light,
More beautiful than the stars, the illustrious medallions of the night,
Much more beautiful than the fiery entry of a comet
And having a more beautiful mission than all the other stars
Since every day your life and mine depend on it, is the sun.
The Beast Arose
…
This is the animal that never was.
Not knowing that they loved it anyway;
its bearing, its stride, its high, clear whinny,
right down to the still light of its gaze.
A Man Walks By With A Stick Of Bread On His Shoulder
The suffering of people, how hard it is to watch. The pictures of Gaza fill my eyes with tears and make my heart heavy. The news from Ukraine leaves me almost hopeless. In a few hours, I will open the door to our filled fridge, which is right now overflowing with vegetables and fruits and I will start preparing dinner.
Continue readingTHE NEWS
Each morning we listen for what is breaking—
the sound of a thousand tragedies fills the air,
shattering that never stops,
headlines, a fleet of anchors tangled at our feet.
Snow
Pleading for Peace in Israel and Palestine
…
Cinnyris osea, who called you
when the day died?
Palestinian sunbird,
bird of aspiration.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely…
…
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.