Author's Note: I read this poem on a rainy day last week at the burial of my partner, Reuven. Despite the sodden grass underfoot and the wet cloud overhead, a number of people listened attentively as the poem evoked a creator who "turned the water on." The poem was originally published in "to one who bends my time" (Deerbrook Editions 2017)
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for Reuven We watch Him sort things out though, around Him, all is dark. He brings light, preserving shadow as a frame for stars and moon. He turns the waters on, leaving dry soil for gophers, dogs, and squirrels. Two humans watch the creatures swim, swarm, scamper, crawl, and climb. Six days begin and end. Their Maker looks and finds them good. The sun is down. Our limbs are blind. We intertwine them to become the man and woman in the Book.
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