first rays

I stay up,

eyes straining towards the sky.

the light purple announces your nearing presence,

your heat curving around the contours of the planet

to begin to warm the day.

if only i could greet you this way every morning.

chlorofil

My favorite time
each day

hitting the sidewalks
for

a closer look

at leaves

I've poured over

like dead sea scrolls

discovered beneath my doorstep.

I stare in amazement,

wondering what makes them
today's color green,

and shade
will they be
tomorrow?

No method to their beauty yet.

I just hope to be along for the ride
a little longer.

galut

galut

i have tasted promised lands

danced on the shores of rivers
rolled back
for the continuation of life.

i have seen before
and after.

I have eyes opened
to contradictions,

to beauty
that comes with a price,

i have danced to funeral songs
on second lines
i didn't think existed,

enjoyed the views
created by madmen.

i have seen the fruits
of occupation

felt the sting as they slipped
down my throat

i have danced instead of marched
i have followed the curves
of roads that terrified me.

i have eaten fried chicken
next to destroyed schools.

and yet,

i yearn for that beauty

i burn for those songs,
those smells,

i want to drive those roads again.

to dance.
to return.

to taste promise once more.

plunge

plunge

after a weariness
that seemed to

s
t
r
e
t
c
h

for years,

i'm excited
to dive into dreams

swim
under blankets
of night
to destinations
i never thought
i'd be lucky enough to reach.

and see
what treasures
i can bring back
from the insides
of my eyelids.

revolving

revolving

days like today
make me wonder
if copernicus
and gallileo
were actually wrong
about which celestial body
revolves around which.

questions that keep me up at night

questions that keep me up at night

the man basking
in a
treasure
beyond compare:
too dumb to know
how lucky they are?
or
too spoiled
to care?

sensory overload

sensory overload

may my worst sins
be
straining eyes to see
craning ears to hear
opening my brain to know

as much as i can.

so when i am forced into inaction,
i have someplace i can go.

word search

word search

what's the term

for finding hope in

a seminar

on

stopping procrastination,

only to discover

it ended three hours

before

you saw the ad?

untitled

untitled

inside of my eyelid
is covered in cocoadots.
yearn to drink them all.

canvass

canvass

the page
already talks to me.
don't let ideas
of
blank
or
empty
enter your mind.

the page has
interests,
ideas,
things to express.

this is conversation.

this is not monologue.

so you may think
you can throw whatever
scratches you want
upon her,
bathe her in emotions
you believe are only your own,

but you can't.

because without her,
you've got no way
to say
anything at all.