The cascading river carried an armada.
There was the ship of wisdom, there was
The ship of deeds, there was the ship
Whose captain knew directions, cous-
In to the ship that held the library,
Traveling to the cliff that formed
A hieroglyphic. A wind flecked
With fire swirled above the spring, stormed,
A rough rush of hail, a soft
Warmer scent intertwined,
Their spiral soared, corkscrewed
To a vast blue mind.
Yaacov David Shulman