Abu Tor

On a frosty Shabbos noon

you go to the Arab park.

Today the Arabs are resting.

A French couple sit at opposite ends of the park

each explaining the other away

on ice-thin phones.

Their children tumble and climb unwatched.

Every swing is tried and tested.

The couple do not allow their eyes to wander to each other

but the November air is full of hostility

and hope.

XVI

November 12, 2019 § Leave a comment

Windy old Jerusalem

My first and last love

My forever home-

Do I live in you,

or you, my love, in me?