Thursday 18 April 2019


These days of great intensity

by Judy Katz-Levine


I am climbing Miriam's ladder, the rungs are pearl,
calla lilies float around me.

The down-gray sky urges fortitude and the whistling of a strange harmony
imbued with the intensity of a gospel.

Nothing will pull me down, no evil hand
brushing against a dying bird will keep me from life's breath.

The daughter I am climbing with will be singing her high lydians
and her computers will send lights to mysterious friends.

There's a thrill to life,
an edge to the way hands move through my hair.

You can bet they are not invisible,
you can bet they are doves.


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1 comment:

  1. These words will hang around with me a long while: "The down-gray sky urges fortitude and the whistling of a strange harmony
    imbued with the intensity of a gospel."

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