Simple Enough


A trip for a daughter
a promise kept
travel to hot stones, among hot hearts

Each day the sky a little different.
Sometimes even clouds above the city
Sometimes just sun and more sun and always, far away

Daily, I read the Jerusalem Post
scanning for stray bombs and missiles
your face

The plans of the Universe are
never as simple as mine:
I think because I found you . . . .

The child still pleading: But
he followed me home from the Big Tree
Can't I keep him? Please. Please. . .

You wander, street stone warm to touch
among strangers, no one, no
cares as I do. Would they catch you? Keep you?

I send postcards in the dark
Come home, please come home
I need you




jjl
2 April 2008