Friday, November 13, 2009

Chayei Sarah (Eliezer's Prayer to the Shechinah)

Where the horizon aligns,
outside a city's walls,
camels collapse by the well.
Gravity swallows their pupils,
their mini-universes,
their exhausted event horizons.

In the twilight haze,
I gaze at
women
drawing water--

Serpentine strands of
ebony flitter,
unbounded and fluid
like a cicada's buzz,
swatting sand
from quasar eyes.

Here I am.

Here I stand,

A servant of the Spring
whose Overflow
is the Source of all.

Lower Your Jar,
Fair Maiden,
and let us

drink.

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