It’s only natural that two
Masses of air cannot mix
Together. Are the boys fighting
Or playing music? Fiddlesticks!
The more you rise, the more you see,
You want the Alps, also the ocean,
And the wind rips up the clouds across
The north islands. And the commotion
Of the flaming west glints
The heavy waves, pushing across
The seas from Acre to Spain,
Under the wings of the albatross.
A whole nation can choke and stride,
A whole planet, it’s even eccentric,
And angels, splitting to the void
And one and still, concentric.
Yaacov David Shulman