Small alef; poetry Miketz 1

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
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