I know dreams
I know dreams imply blessings.
The journey to Egypt with the spice merchants
the darkest time in my life
it smelled sweet all the way down
some sort of sign —
do not despair;
You are never
Lost to Me.
I am spinning through the darkest part of my story
smelling sweet
and when I see my brothers
I will bless them
I say:
it was not you who sent me here
but G*d.
How do you know this? my brothers will ask
I smelled it, I will say
and they will think
I’m nuts.
Small aleph; poetry
Maqam* Sigah
[tri-chord: e half-flat f g]