Songs From The Diaspora is a weekly poetry featuring poetry based on the Torah portion, and sometimes about how that intersects with life in the Diaspora. Feel free to comment and share.

Matot-Masei

A Holy map emerges

In the bridge of text

 

We wish them forward

But feet do plant,

earth at their heels

What soil calls them so

from across this Jordan?

whose sweet water is a vow spoken

and heard aloud-

among the hard flock and dusty hooves

lapping its shoals at dusk

 

The lines of our palms

lead back only to bamidbar

Where we were born

A chart of the sky

In the hollows of our faces

 

Searing out, a constellation,

a nation bounded on all sides, formed in letter

 

and on our feet and palms

the dust of bamidbar,

Spiky plants,

the hardness of war

And even,

Accident,

Even this,

makes its way across the Jordan with us

 

Aface this-

a cool veil of salve, a small safety-

a city of refuge, not six but one

a daughter on her father’s land

when all might have been lost.