Clinging to Hope

Little boy clinging, climbing,

trying not to hear the chiming

of a clock that ticks him off

and makes him seem an ancient Auf.


It’s a picture of right now

but somewhen, somewhy, and some how

the little boy touches Light.

She isn’t left; she’s always right

beside him or above/below.

Don’t ask me; just believe I know.

Shabbat Shalom . . .