Roll the Story; Small alef Vayechi 2
December 27, 2012 | 
Author Father about to die
I am fishing around for the beginning;
It‘s closed
s’tumah –
No separation between this week and last week’s text;
Clue.
The poet:
Our eyes are closed –
As the story rolls
toward slavery.
Our decline a rolling of events
– can we enter the story and stop it at any place?
As if to stop the movement down –
as if to accelerate the movement Up.
jsg, usa
Posted in Small Alef Poetry
