Sendings

By Shirley Segev

Shirley Segev

© Shirley Segev

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Two trees I'm Looking at

Two trees I'm looking at,
one on the right, its branches up
lifting its arms towards the sky
its leaves like happy butterflies
the other, quiet on the left
its branches heavy, loaded down,
sad looking, spiny and bereft.
I wonder, are they neighbours stuck,
is there compassion, compromise,
or just a deal in the past struck
to wait it out till the one dies.
But what if I just got it wrong
the arms up, a sign of despair,
the ones down, resting on the air,
and no reach all life long?

What I want

What I want is to make sure
that I remember to
breathe in and out.
It's necessary.
I stop breathing, it seems,
for minutes
and sometimes
for hours and days,
and years at a time
(I was busy out there),
I wonder how
I seem to go on
somehow,
without.

Is holiness in the exalted heavens

Is holiness in the exalted
heavens,
vast sacred spaces above,
or at least
in the dazzling awesome jewels
of bedecked old men
or is it in the everyday
little peapods, blades of grass,
worms and spoons,
as some say.
With all due respect
I suspect
it can't be both.
Personally I prefer the theory
of everywhere
except it takes me nowhere.


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