A Rusiyeh Is Coming

A Rusiyeh is coming
in bubbe’s knish
slim prayers are smiling
against morning fish

The Moshiach is coming
in marketplace pans
all set to sizzle
in bialy soft hands

The Rebbe is coming
in Shloymele’s hair
good thing his peyes
are corn light and fair

The Toyrah is coming
my chazan keeps slipping
our gabbi is drenched
the bima keeps dripping

The loshn is coming
with allemann feeling
telling tales of shlimazls
in a poor house appealing

And this warfare did come
in life’s humble breathe
in denial of nature
in disruption of Death

Where I Am

Where I am? in A haven today,
art along these silent shoes,
books by my halls,
organized.

Where am I? in A haven today,
music on the clock-radio
dust, sleeping street
of a sleeping view.

Where am I? in A haven today,
overcoloring in my family’s
lyric, small heart
of a consistent thump.

Where I am? in A haven today,
winds eat away at
windows I close,
open them up myself.