Don’t despair if evenat this late date
the verbs and vowels of Hebrew tumble in your headlike an unyielding combination lock.
Our story is about travelfrom the outside in, andwho among us knowshow far they’ve come orwhere the far border ofthis country lies?
Only our mothers and fathers, whosebones are the loam of prayer and myth.Who live at the sibylline center. What isour portion?
the patient turning of dials.the anticipation of a voice that leads us out in the morning,and the will to wander without arriving.