Tardy Times

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Sometimes I know

The pace of

Tardy,

Slow but

Stubborn,

Will outwit

My best laid plans.

Goalposts redrawn.

 

 

 

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Blink Of An Eye

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

In the blink of an eye

Life shifts gears

Age speeds by

To leave tears

On a cheek

As in one glancing streak

Years flash

Full

Of mystique.

 

 

 

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Soul Soothing

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In the silence of pre-dawn

Or the hush before the sunset

May your soul be soothed to know

Full widths of hope

Soft waves of deepest palette.

 

 

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Loophole Lookout

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

When strolling down

The winding

Road

Of history

And conflit,

Beware of loopholes

Hiding

Spies

With

Less than helpful

Motives.

Look up

Look out

For any who

Proclaim

They own the path

To righteous.

Most likely they

Have arrows

Meant

To guarantee

Their profit.

 

 

 

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Know Everything

 

child in water fountain

Photo: Atara Katz

 

 

“How did you learn how to know everything?” she asked.

“I don’t think anyone knows everything,” I responded, only half-attending. A siren from a fire-engine distracted me. The driver leaned on the horn. Someone must have not given the emergency vehicle the right of way.

“But how did you learn how to know everything?” she insisted.

The First Grader’s tone brought me back to full attention. She hung her big brown eyes on me.

“You mean, how do people work on knowing more and more?” I tried.

A shadow of a frown passed over the small visage, then the girl seemed to decide this not-at-all-what-I-asked-about-reframe is as comprehensive as this adult in front of her can probably muster at the moment. She nodded.

“Different people may have different ways of learning,” I replied, “but for me, I like finding out new things. So I observe and try to listen. I read a lot, and I ask plenty of questions …”

“… you do ask a lot of questions,” she interrupted. “But sometimes I think you already know the answers.”

I grinned. “Sometimes I do … And sometimes,” I teased, “I think you know the answers to your questions, too …”

 

 

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Weathered Walls

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Photo: Inge Vandormael

 

The stories told

By weathered walls

Still standing tall

After the fall

So like the lives of residents

Of old

Untold

Still hold.

 

(In the photo: The ruins of the Smallpox Hospital on Roosevelt Island, New York City)

 

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Static In The Air

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

There is static in the air,

Discord at what can no longer

Remain unchallenged.

There’s a buzz

To hold accountable

The hate and prejudice that has no space

Among the truly civilized.

 

There is hope amidst the noise:

The march of feet and hearts

That will not stay silent

At disrespect and bullying.

The sparks of light

That multiply to pull aside

The medieval darkness

Some wish to blanket over progress.

 

There is static in the air.

It crackles with potential.

May it smother ignorance

With wisdom.

May it end violence

Through empathy

And tolerance.

 

 

P.S. Since several of you had contacted me to ask about the photo: my nephew took this photo at the Gas Chambers in Auschwitz. The staining on the ceiling is from the Zyklon B poison. I thought this photo was an apt backdrop for the evils of racism and why it cannot be allowed to rise, no matter where or against whom or by.

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