I dreamt of teaching piano to a small boy —
      he soon turned virtuoso

      I had to pack quickly
      to leave song, warmth, and balance.

Snow, now, on the streets,
our rift in the dense melting pools.

a spasm of lost faith —
yours for the moment,
mine for millennia.

what rending to mend?
how are we repeating ourselves?

have I fallen too hard again?
opened my chest’s
abyssal capacity
and urged on an
assailing tiger?
an impossibly caught comet?

have I thrown out plumage
of a capable cock,
a chesty bird, proud and fierce?
am I again pecking against
an immutable order?

aching continuum of snow, a
lattice between our bedrooms,
rivers away.

sleepless,
weeping,
and silent.

will the morning winds
carry the crystalline weather,
repair these paths
of receding footsteps?

If you will listen, really listen, you will hear
my voice guide you clearly:
      you will know my pervasive presence
      you will discover me constantly

If you will listen, really listen, you will know
Me:
you will recall
      what you knew in your first moment and
you will recognize
      what you will know in your last

you will hear
the early and late rains

belly full
eyes heavy from
sleepless love

(surfacing from dreams
to you in myriad curls;
an bared neck,
an uncovered hand

palming a wrist
rapt awake
branching towards you
in winter tree filtered dawn)

yearning awake
lapping lake

night now under your hat
tugging my curls
lower lip licked
jaw rolls towards you

slidding on your subway seat
kept you pulling nearer

information design, feeling your way around
our circle–and–line harmonizing

I saw the ascending street numbers
and immediately oriented us

discovered the destination of our bus
bridging conversation

Arch — to discover or design a word
for an arch’s base, support

a holy meal, G-d invited, through
intention, attention, and appreciation

we walked and prayed.
didn’t mind we’d left our small altar —
our dining table — as we wove the blessings.

:: :: ::

don’t rush, sister ≠
your family will be present to heal

how G-d has provided!, a
gift continually unwrapping
a light of pure light
beyond rubies.

she is a prophetess, a priestess, so empowered,
emboding the power and passion of a bear

now why these words?
what am I writing for, to?:

love is alive and well in the world;
now, it should motivate us to
repari universes.

— I’ve been recharged, “enlightened”
(no, reminded)
— you’re an “artist”
(you’re the masterpiece, brush
paint, canvas, and inspiration)

I don’t want a runaway pen,
a caught–up tongue
to sabotage a quest for light

nor find my offerings rejected,
so I purify, pray for an ideal ritual
as only the holiest creatures could carry out

you walk with force
you move with force
strong wind, demanding justice
balance of force
clarity in force

take you on entirely
unblindingly
demandingly now

you force wings to sprout forth
each bubble in your iron back a blade of grass
tickles eye–imprinted wings
cutting tethers
enabling alighting
shuttering aloft
compounding blessing

“are all your prayers answered?”

sensations, tingles the transformation
tickles, summons me to
get the poison out, to spread, to fly.

your blessing to send the lead to my feet,
and through, to earth
the converter of tumah
sinks to my calves, ankles

helping me push off,
I will follow you
I will

“Atlantic Express”, school bus, children, seatbelts
: external signs, posted eternally.

Halacha — metaphysical laws of the universe.

how could I support you in yisrael?
I give to myself, thereby
building yerushalaim
you know Jerusalem
is in my heart, here, yes?
I need here there,
as I am needed here
as “my eyes are needed” by sky....

how could I support you?
full stop-start.
clearly our prayers are answered, powerful,
coupled, unified, transformative.
what shall I become? a color-warrior singing
change —> kol tuv

we’d clear stagnance
after capturing our own innate clarity.

and we’d drum!
and we’d sing!
and we’d dance!
continually extruding purer tones
continually weaving light–blankets for the ministering angels
trying numescent (?) luminant knot–reminders
weaving, braiding, beading
history’s metaphysic.

God wants un together...
what of “un”, the first manifestation of “us”?

God wants our light amplified in the world.
Clear.

God draws me near your glory, your divine ornamentation
God’s service in your body.

Can I bring you closer?
Can I take you in?

Unreversable.
Universal. Eternal.

Radiant radial radical radii radio radish?!!
(b’ivrit?)

[laugher]

piercing blue approaches
wearing an amulet of flooded oceans,
a peacock appears

the cat calms
drops her belly to the earth
tail waves countering
pendulum feathers

I ache to enter
and will wait,
will endear clearance

I suspect inconceivable palaces
I smell treasured fragrances
rare, essential heavens

forward motion without force
gentle presure, tempered measures
and arrive under the veil

shocked bride terminates connection,
recovers reoriented, but
returns

your darting eyes, heartbreaking
ununbelieving, engages chase
wind whips and lifts the kite