Are we a fruit,
\na flavor,
\na droplet of anguish and happiness
\npulsing for an instant
\nin the heartbeat of the world?<\/p>\n
What happens to the connections
\nbetween us?
\nTea parties,
\naffairs,
\nthe infinitude
\nin the orchards we grow.<\/p>\n
What will become of autumn apples,
\nHanukkah,
\nChristmas stockings,
\nshelves of poems,
\nour hands pulled from each other,
\ncalls fading into space,
\nhelp me,
\nyou must not die,
\nand then silence,
\nand beyond silence, nothing.<\/p>\n
And what can nothing do?
\nWhat becomes of the light
\ncast off by a votive candle?
\nWhat breath blows it out?
\nWhat becomes of faith?
\nWhat can I say to the boy who asks,
\nWhy? Why Papa?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Are we a fruit, a flavor, a droplet of anguish and happiness pulsing for an instant in the heartbeat of the world? What happens to…<\/p>\n