When children by gunfire die,
When the dreamer and the warden clash,
When statues betray the sculptor, we proclaim
This is not who we are.
This is where we come together,
Not before but after:
The blood already drained,
We refill it;
We never lack for blood to give.
Last week 1,000 Jews and allies
Surrounded ICE Headquarters in protest
Chanting Never Again
Like a shofar sounding pain
From Auschwitz to Gulag to Mount Sinjar
It’s a lovely March New England day,
40 with a high of 48.
My joints have grown stiff with winter,
But surely spring has time to spare!
Perhaps in April I’ll ride my bike.
A rock skips across the sky,
Leaves concentric circles of cloud
To wonder at.
Now that that holidays are over and I have had a chance to catch my breath and think about 2018 (I wrote a post about my goals for Capital Good Fund in 2019, which you can read here), I figured it’d be fun to quickly write down some of my highlights of the year:
In Ronda the cliffs are steep
And the waters mild so far as I recall;
Her sun sets on a landscape of olives and dust,
She swallows time in great gulps of oil and sky—
Nothing but a flock of pre-dawn breeze,
And florid sky, and lake
Taut with water, like a sail:
A painting in motion, unfinished.
I had thought I lacked for time
And spent my days frantic,
As though life were a web
And death a looming spider, his
Approach inexorable, his mouth
A relentless South Texas wind poses impossible questions,
Flaps the smirking flags until they are upturned,
Mists the mown grass with evil’s sputum,
Ripples the lone unarmed security guard’s shirt
As he waves concentration camp employees