Friday, June 10, 2016

35-48 toward the Omer

Days 35 through 48 of the Omer have spanned a life transition, and I am not able to catch up on poems before Shabbat starts. I wish you all a lovely weekend, a good day after 48, and a rejuvenating time with your sources of learning and community.

Friday, May 27, 2016

34 toward the Omer

I didn't finish registration but still have a nametag, a folder, a mug, a crimson baseball cap. Pablo asks what I am looking for in reunion. I say I can't see underneath my memories.

33 toward the Omer

Splendor, humility, gratitude, in splendor, humility, gratitude

Sometimes when I have trouble perceiving the world as real I soften and crouch my own importance and what a gift it is to be a smallness among air, trees, parked cars, houses

32 toward the Omer

What does it mean to count? To mark each number as coming after another? To say we have arrived here? Counting is thanking the earlier years of not knowing but somehow persevering.

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

31 toward the Omer #2

I restore ease
to my throat
by drinking just
a couple sips
of green tea
from the mug
sitting right in
front of me,
kind of hope she
reads this poem

31 toward the Omer

tiferet shebhod

A balloon rests against the ceiling of my girlfriend's co-op's living room. I do not know where it is from. Is it where it wants to go? How would I know?

Monday, May 23, 2016

30 toward the Omer

gevurah shebhod

After days of feeling my fingers into the thinner patch on the right side of my head I realize people spend to be safe from imperfection and it doesn't work

29 toward the Omer

chesed shebhod

After the show we pose with the Blue Man who had seen me while searching through the audience for human contact and I almost walk away without thanking him

28 toward the Omer

malkhut shebnetzach

The watered brush brought
slow across the cotton,
slow, so color drops
on every single fiber,
or maybe it is
just arising through, a
wellspring seeping resolutely through

Friday, May 20, 2016

27 toward the Omer

yesod shebnetzach

Continuing to be with a friend after both of us have finished our tea I realize it takes going past the end to find the center again