Moon Rising
The Tu B'Shvat waning moon
Already lit our full moon celebration
Dried fruit and copious wine pushing away winter
As we feel our rising sap
Ready to bring forth our buds to fruition
Blooming flowers with nectar to be sucked by passing bees
And the leaves fall again
But not yet
Cold winds and clarity across the Kinneret
The lights of the Golan
As I adjust my scarf round my neck
Moon on my shoulder
Moon Rising
You have touched me like this before
Across my cheek you brush me
and catch in a flash the rims of my glasses
Ah but here in Safat you are
Long views of distant hills
Give you time and you will light the whole wadi
Later at night and even later when the street lights are off
you will look towards me not behind me
The wadi will be back lit
And then, I with this light will awaken, get up and go