Someone will come to comfort you,
Someone who sees, no, who knows,
Your pain, someone who will show you
A boulevard, where the sunlight glows,
A wild spot in Canada, where the rapids
And you will heal, and you will feel
Your life under each eyelid.
That is you and me. That is
Everyone, sick with love,
Until our doctor comes, to
Release—taking off each glove--
Our yearnings, to give life to endless
Planets, each with its own bears,
Its own honey badgers, its towns,
Its trees’ globes of glowing pears.
Yaacov David Shulman