Think of your life as a new puppy,
all fluff and tumble, eager
to pounce on the first butterfly
that crosses its path.
all fluff and tumble, eager
to pounce on the first butterfly
that crosses its path.
At first, everything is a marvel—
the soft rattle of leaves,
the far-off whistle of a train
that seems like it’s calling just for you.
the soft rattle of leaves,
the far-off whistle of a train
that seems like it’s calling just for you.
You sniff the edges of the day,
testing the limits of the leash,
unaware that the fence
was built to keep you safe, not confined.
testing the limits of the leash,
unaware that the fence
was built to keep you safe, not confined.
But then comes the urge to dig,
to unearth the secrets of the yard—
you forget the sunlit patches of grass,
the ball rolling just out of reach.
to unearth the secrets of the yard—
you forget the sunlit patches of grass,
the ball rolling just out of reach.
A breeze carries the smell of rosemary,
the kind your grandmother tucked
into the challahBraided egg bread eaten on Shabbat and holidays. Reminiscent of bread eaten by Priests in the Temple, of manna in the desert, and sustenance in general. Plural: Hallot she braided every Friday,
her hands moving like a prayer.
the kind your grandmother tucked
into the challahBraided egg bread eaten on Shabbat and holidays. Reminiscent of bread eaten by Priests in the Temple, of manna in the desert, and sustenance in general. Plural: Hallot she braided every Friday,
her hands moving like a prayer.
It’s only when you stop,
panting and dusty,
that you notice the way the light
turns golden as it touches the ground
panting and dusty,
that you notice the way the light
turns golden as it touches the ground
the way your shadow stretches long
and elegant in the late afternoon,
as if reminding you
to sit still once in a while
and elegant in the late afternoon,
as if reminding you
to sit still once in a while
and simply watch the wind
scatter petals like confetti,
before the moment bounds away,
tail wagging
scatter petals like confetti,
before the moment bounds away,
tail wagging
to places you cannot follow.
