Bridges

HIGHWAY EXIT SIGNS IN TEL AVIV

On this road we go

from the proper procedure

to peace to the ingathering

of exiles

as if some

word engineer

had known it was

the only road

to go.

union                                                                                                      of

kind

some

for

hoping

under me people fly in their cars dividing their lives between work and home and I stay in one place, connecting

city

the

in

gap

the

through

drive

we

AYALON

Turn left into the city, into

the military compound,

into the low buildings that seem

nothing like a metropolis.  Turn

right toward the suburbs

both are the ways of peace

THE BRIDGE

We have been apart so long my dear —

I can see you on the other side, and maybe

you are waving, wanting to get across

to me, but I think you may be signaling

that I should get away, leave you, make

the gap larger, an unbreachable void.