Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Outgrowing

In Israel, I am
fluid in two rhythms,
fluent in two idioms –
in perpetual translation.

Re-entry jars me.
The landscape flattens.
Color dissolves.
Music dissipates.

And old rooms no longer
contain me.

I am a sea creature
outgrowing my salt water shell.
Dreaming of rapid molting
and my next
best Home.

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