“A poem addressing a ‘you,’ describing for them the wonders of this world, and with each one explaining why it can’t compare to ‘You.'”
I see the world, sprung
forth from stars,
burned from beautiful heat.
Humans walk, and You are born.
No wonder on the rocky plains,
No wonder on the sands of Egypt,
No bablonian gardens growing,
until I saw You.
I walk and see ancient power,
but old dust and walls-
crumble like bones and bread
spread on the roman stones.
The vision of You- completes
my submissive mind.
Obsession wheels me far
to great walls to falling towers.
These petty stones built for your toes.
I saw Zeus in white marble,
majestic and abrupt, I walked on.
You have more power in a touch
than a thousand touchstones on Olympus.
It is no wonder that the gods came
down from the skies to kiss
strangers, but no gritty love
between the pyramids or towers.
Beauty seeps from You,
in pools of unexplainable gold
and I return with shallow
news of distant sunshine, fading.
You are above all distance and stony structure.
You are the richest sunset stretching
around my world.
“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.