I live inside a house. Do you?
These beating wings, this need to breathe,
This waiting for the missing check,
The final answer to come through.
I woke up in a suit of flesh. And you?
I tried to shake it off. I hid.
I sought the refuge of a wreck,
But nothing that I sought proved true.
I landed in a world of blue,
With hummingbirds beneath the lid
Of each familiar miracle
Of green and red and dust and dew.
Yaacov David Shulman