a. my life is here in my house which I dug in the mountain b. I would walk my face against the wind one of the hallowed winds of Gush Etzion all the stone houses are like boulders growing out of the earth raising rock fetuses children of stone. I am not of stone, in me all is recorded c. when the column of smoke becomes too black I escape to the study hall rub my eyes with two thin webs of silver d. I came to the study hall there two flames webs of thin silver are billowing everyone is bound on the altar here, on the mountain the flames of silver whisper Shalom Karniel enters approaches, sits next to me wants us to write a poem jointly and his hand hovers over mine almost coercing it to write optimistic things it's impossible to write poems jointly I tell him and he dissipates e. in the dining room at evening I see a smiling mustache say the blessing over the warm bread "Blessed art Thou, O Lord, who brings forth bread from the rock" and the aging winds whistle after him: amen selah, amen rock |