Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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As a rule, you said
As a rule, you said,
don't extend your reach too
much.
I'll be disappointed,
you'll feel silly,
then you handed us the balls,
we took them, heads down,
somewhat upset,
following your steps,
secretly admitting
that we came for the rules
to outwit outrageously
and you guessed,
I think I'll go for it anyway,
just a test.
Here
Sitting on this soft, warm sand by
the sea,
breathing the wet droplets of
fresh air,
touching the slow moving waves
and gray muted rocks from afar,
invisibly,
the wind flowing through me.
—
Here
I am home.
The day is gone
The day is gone
it's getting dark
the clock's ticking
more tired than
this morning.
It's night time now
will there be
a cock's crow
next morning
to wake the soul?