In the heart of the urban fortress of staid social correctness,
at the hub of the world, on the solid ground of rocketing high- rise triumphant opportunism,
latent insanity penetrates those who enjoy its fruits.
Awakening among wrinkled pillows of reality,
I think I saw, through the prism
of a mirage, all those years
in the homeland,
an echo of my childhood
in post - mandatory Haifa;
words like “King's Way”
and "Check Post" rise from
submerged deep waters of past life experiences.
A new serenity flickers and spreads within me:
Rules and obligations of the heart
rise up through a shattered existential floor;
my soul wriggles free as the nameless burden
of the black-ice glacier of loss slowly melts;
I yearn for a routine far from post - traumatic mental emergencies
forged in childhood; convalescing from a rootless journey
I try, with spirit and imagination,
to spin a day worth living to the end.