Wednesday, June 2, 2010

My Ancester's Voice

Lately I've been withdrawn,
trudging the realm of identity.

Wacha, my ancestors, it is your
ash and manna that intimately

unveil the words of Torah.
I open my eyes, eagerness still

shines through.  Fig, almond
in bloom.  Curled at the edge

of my bustan, a starved soul
full of fragrance, so pretty!


(c)Michal Mahgerefteh               2009
from In My Bustan  [In My Garden]
Poetica Publishing Company, Norfolk, VA

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