This sadness grew inside me / encrusting/ like a second skin/ enveloping from within, / The sorrow spread / like an

In foreign language / a mere sentence / utters like a poem’s verse, / mysterious, retains / a taste of wandering

I hear a forest / out of the wood paneled wall / and see a hut / likely a wolf crossed

My father /was a Zionist /and Zion did not ask /after him, /did not light up her face, /did not lend