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 . . .