by Yermiyahu Ahron Taub
sometimes I wish the sequence of things
could have more closely
resembled the corpus of the Delft master—
a series of moments of contemplation,
delicate with import.
framed by pale glow and white marble,
how could my days not have assumed a
mantle of meaning?
the sun flowing through the many diamond frames
would have illuminated my letters from
old friends and imagined beaus in warrens of anxiety.
and I would have penned responses of
hope and concern.
i would have understood their need,
and the sweep of my stone rooms,
suffused in the calm of northern light,
would have eradicated their epistolary woe.
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From The Insatiable Psalm. Click here to learn more about the poetry of Yermiyahu Ahron Taub.
Submitted by Renate Evers, Leo Baeck Institute.