Poems to Heaven, Earth and Humanity in Harmony
THE SKY MASTER
I love the sky at this time.
I call it am disappearing.
The sky, like a river, one.
The sea a body of a shadow’s run.
Clouds ride the pink of sun.
And my heart all gladly in it.
At summer’s edge,
By the sands of the Kinneret,
I found a stream of sun-lit rock
And saw myself becoming history
With her movements, richly playing
Like a harp to a fine cup of pebbles
Traveling the lines of my hands.
Crystal-clear under water, I ran
The fine stones through my fingers,
As another atom of loosened grain
Sparked to each new pull of strand.
Watching this evolution surface,
I touched the soft erosion of the waves
Breathing the morning sands.
Back and forth, the shore hugged me
Like the cradle of a well-worn love
Until quieted, one spark,
Just as the Kinneret kissed my arm.
What was the colour
of my soul?
I lost my breathing
in the dark.
In the morning rise,
And I disappeared,
I love the morning
sky rising from night
when it all goes flat
and sea and cloud
become the instances of one idea.
Or, such is life’s stream, I think,
and dream is how far
one must go to connect
all seamless parts.
The Harp has been previously published as “The Kinneret”
in the Passover Literary Edition of The Canadian Jewish News.
Photography by Marina Mashaal