Awake and Capable

Awake and capable of sighs and sonnets,
I sit at eighty minutes after midnight,
porch-door blinds closed to the sleeping town's
sift and drift of silent-settling snow.

I've told my beads twice over. I've re-read
your e-mail of three hours ago in which
you praise the bright face of the just-past day
and tell of mucking out the poetry barn.

It's Saturday, Shabbat for you. Someday
I'll go with you to temple. And I'll learn
whatever words of Hebrew you might teach me:

Baruch atah Adonai Eloheinu,
syllables ever ancient, ever new;
spoken by you, I love them all the more.

Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-10-06 at 11:21

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Your first stanza is excellent.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
The miracle of fourteen lines never ceases to amaze me.

arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
For love and with love together crossing over all kinds of borders. Awesome!

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I don't speak Hebrew, so I had to look up your loved one's words.
I can fully understand that feeling of a loved one's actions - of any kind - being seen as so special - and your poem describes that very well. Well written.