Amidst the shouting
we forget to listen to
the still and thin voice

A Note Before Bed:
Remember that you're human,
angels don't need sleep.

I don't understand
why poets ruin poems
with too many words

1329 - Inspired by The Nesivos Shalom

Underneath the clouds
there is the chain of my faith:
Faith in faith in faith.

My Most Favorite

This waiter knows me,
knows me alone and on dates,
and I know him too.

He smiles widely
As I walk in now again,
after a long time.

He doesn't bring bread
- remembers I don't want it.
brings lots of water.

I feel a bit bad
because he knows me so well
but do I know him?

I see dignity
I see patience and kindness
I see he sees me.

Writing a poem
in the middle of the day
reminds me I'm me

*One For The Books

From behind, the years
seemed long, but now they run short
when recollected