there you are stretching upwards and sideways squirming wriggling everywhere going nowhere even the walls are beyond you are trapped in a narrow cup going nowhere but down down down and out eventually but we do have a bit of time together, don't we? stay with me for Shabbat, won't you? I hope you won't go out like last time black wick stuck in the stiff cold wax suffocated by frozen white bubbles I was not at all ready for your absence
I was not at all ready for your absence… beautiful ending! I like the everywhereness of this poem
thank you so much! you know – I actually think a lot about how specific individual and group ways of life may seem very particular to us, but a gentle scratch at the surface of our behaviors reveals that we are all equally human.
So true. But It amazes me every single time that there’s another human who identifies with something I write. Equally human is right.
Love! What a cool description of the yahrzeit candle / the soul of the person remembered by the yahrzeit. And the line breaks are brilliant!
thanks so much 🙂
and – if you look at it directly from my blog (rather than the WP reader) you’ll see that the text is colored accordingly too!
Yup, I saw!