Holy—pardon me whose longing turns to air.
I am a parade particle.
Who should have mercy
on a particle if not the All?
on a particle if not the All?
Renew my dispensation, and grant me length of days.
New pain! Said me.
New contract year! Said Hashem.
“A book is shedding its leaves.”
They say.
"How good to stop
and look out upon eternity a while."
and look out upon eternity a while."
I agree.
One thousand, one hundred miles
from what I call home,
I open said book searching for lines I remember
about flowers, something to unbind me from the past,
and bind me to a future.
In this world,
newness or haunted,
my solitude exists
in this world
as it may be.