:::
WHO TOLD YOU
Who told you
That I didn't want
To sail on the boat of colors?
To rise and fall, to caress the wave
Like breasts of quivering expanses
Who told you that I was not afraid
Lest wave and sea would sweep me away
From amid the "I"
and the wandering day which hides my face –
They shall not see me
So who whispered to you?
–in the boat of hues
I gathered the silver, the capering gold
And I painted eternity with the palette of winds
Shall I return from the wind?
To become simply a witness
Of the brief moment secreted in a tiny furry recess
In the fleeting streets of those that flee
And I who sing and paint the dance
Of the eternal
and the wave
as they come and go...
HEDVA
RABINSON
BACHRACH.