“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.