“about Israel and taking a lot of photos? maybe
throw in something about awesome people on a trip
going home and me being here and being sad because of
it? anything is appreciated :)”
The photos show some Israel,
but the Israel is here
in the cloth wrapped around me
and the sandy dirt in my toes
it’s in the people who came
and the ones who left.
It’s a traveler’s place,
with food ready to stir me
from my stoop to the golden sunset.
Sometimes I miss
yesterday’s smiles,
but in Israel, they come again
with the spring fruits
that touch life on the warm breeze.
“Roadtrip”
When the red wheel rolled west
we were dripping and feverish
like buds on a stalk once tied to the brown
we clicked into gear and grabbed the road
like birds scouting on the sea for land.
When faraway suns came close
we were straddled tight and still moving
we shuffled into the untethered distance
like the deer learning to speed across plains.
When the sky brought red roses from the east
we were slipping from wind to the breeze
hurtling slow like clouds forgotten
curled fists on the steering wheel
waiting for the distance to catch us.