From Ode to the Dove
Rarely, but once in a childhood, an angel appears with its colors
Dazzling, always escorted by melody, under the stars.
Come from the other side, reappeared over world’s barrier,
Disappeared over the chimney, a sign left the family: a feather.
No simple angel. So how did she come to alight on a boy?
Dove is the feather: a marvel of dawn with its magnets of snow.
Newborn dove fluttering—learning still—less than a second,
Till she fell, floating down, right on his porch, silver, round.
Finger-nests of the boy warming her up now. They kiss her.
Cooing again with her sunshine breaths: her snowy fuzz. Her
Boy teaches her flying, picking at fog like at peas.
Dear one—she crooked her head to him—now that you’ve saved me,
What sort of gift would you like now, and don’t hesitate.
Secret of whiteness (mine), snow everlasting, an amulet?
“Darling,” he answers her drunk with joy, “here’s my desire:
Come to me if I call. Come in the snow, rain, and fire.”
I’ve got time today
I've got time today so today I won't run around, bustle, or rush I've got time today bags full of moments ripe and fresh That's why it's the apple of my eye— I mean time— because I have so much today piled up high. Short winter Fridays in Jerusalem, don't think to stop or delay them where you're kindly lectured by sun's every caress: you've got time today and don't you forget it
The wheels of time's mill spin around, as always, in a flurry but me— today I've got time so I won't run or race or hurry
My neighbor, the famous pianist,
has gotten ever sicker the past two years,
his body has slowly shrunk
as if he were hiding himself from the world
and somewhere, with trembling hands,
holding onto a concealed
center of life.
And then one day
he entrusted me
with his apartment keys.
He had to go into the hospital
for an operation
and he asked me
to take care of his two vases
in the window.
“I can bring them to my place,”
“No, no,” he stammered.
“The piano has to live with somebody.”
He hung his head
and added as if embarrassed,
“If you have time, it would be good
if once a week, in the evening,
you could just sit for a moment
by the piano.”