Words to the River

What do you say, god,
to the river
when you tell it to run?

What words do you give, god,
to the river
so that it flows the right way?

Strong words, I think
strong and kind
that you must give the river
for it to run so faithful
and to flow so joyous

Mikva'ot

 I want to find myself
in an in-between place
unbreathing, under the waves
and speak to you there

divining rod

I see you, Miriam
Tapping your divining rod on the ground

thdnt thdnt thdnt

Then driving it right through the crust
So that water comes spilling out

Korach in the Grove

 In the grove, shadowed by canopy,
I met Korach
Cloaked in dust,
And he asked to walk with me

The trees in the grove,
Have an unusual quality
Not of a kind, but rather,
Blessed with individuality
"Like us," he said
"But all still always the grove.'

I asked him his regrets,
And he replied:
"I have many,
But I doubt the one you suspect.

I would, even now
challenge Moshe though perhaps,
With more of my tribe beside me"

And with that a laugh
So we walked on, in the grove

time does not pass
As it does elsewhere, and yet

"The Earth still takes her share," Smiled Korach, waving me away
A breeze rising, causing leaves to sway
A wind pushing, pushing me away
A flourish that ends the day, to fill the air
"I must return to sheol, for
I have so much work to do there"