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"