I brush the small black spiders
out of my hair in the morning.
These creatures of death seek to retire
between the crevices underneath the baseboards.
My sleepy yawns echo
against the pile of broken bones in the corner,
remnants of my body that cried out in woe,
that broke when I fell upon this stone.
The rays of the sun glisten
upon the airborne dust.
The path of the sun hastens;
I glimpse a view of its brilliance.
The light through the window is golden.
The clarity of my mind is restored.
My tsedokah requests are overflowing,
I have to swim through envelopes to find the door.
Outside, the ice clings to pine needles,
dew covers the hidden manna on the lawn.
The sun’s brilliant rays melt the icicles,
water droplets combine with the dew as one.
I collect the manna – tastes like parfait on my tongue.
A gentle rain from above cleanses my sin.
Ahead of me is a land flowing with milk and honey;
above me is the Star of Jacob, my only kin.
This poem was written circa 2010, for a university poetry class, that was essentially a poetry workshop format. The class was divided in half; each week, half of the class would present poems. This poem was part of a three poem series. Each student’s series was read by the other students prior to class. The class would select one of the three poems to be read. When I presented, the entire class unanimously declared, Reflections as the poem to be read.