

A poem written for Holocaust Remembrance Day in 2012
THE NOT QUITE DEAD SEA
Thirteen hundred and thirty eight feet
below sea level
Unless you live around there
and then all of the other seas
are a long way in the air
Driving through the West Bank
watch the signs as you drop away
After the first six feet you are living with the dead
Down, down, down, you go
foot by foot and year by year
heading for Herod’s health spa
King David’s refuge, and source of balms
used in the mummification of young King Tut
Eight and a half times saltier that the ocean
You float in the water so thick that you can’t sink
and air so thick the sun won’t burn you
as you look up and East into the hills
where the scrolls were buried
You don’t have to read them, you can feel them
ON THE OTHER HAND
In Haifa
we visited a home
with original paintings by Chagall
(You know how he can always
make you feel like you can fly)
and a bomb shelter
under the stairs
Stopped at a wall by a bus stop
with one stone for each child
killed in the explosion
And looked down on the harbor
across the order the beauty
of the gardens of the Bahai
Looked out across the water
to Lebanon where the last
rockets flew
NEW TRIBES
From the old tribe of Isaac
and the old tribe of Ishmael
Israeli and Palestinian
couples and their children
come together by the sea and share
We are teaching the skills of listening
the skills of sharing and skills of hearing
The rules are simple
tell your truth as your truth only
Assume as you listen
that the person makes sense
If they do not seem to make sense
assume you need more information,
By the end of the weekend
the eight year olds are sleeping over
teenagers walk on the beach till dawn
A new tribe being formed
BACK IN AMERICA – NEWS OF BOMBING
Before we came to Israel
this was happening in our world
now it is happening on our street
A TOAST TO OUR HOSTS
People of Israel
thank you for opening
we have fallen into your hearts
A CALL
Five times a day
Moslems climb their towers
to interrupt my prayers