To Life!


 

Rushing out of a garden

Chaim gleams

like a hell-bent river fish.

He 

flys into and over and above

stones

searching for

his wandering children

who…

forgetting 

how 

to 

swim 

lay panting 

like angry  beached changelings 

bending rusty nails 

into hooks.

They have forgotten 

who  they are,

forgotten 

who he is 

and

stab

 at him til 

red drops of love swirl

into pink current moons-

yet all he feels 

is the reassuring tug of his children 

as he tows them safely

to their garden 

home

where heaven awaits 

with sun kissed towels 

and platters of fresh picked 

love…

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