Noah in the ark:
I’m waiting, for this bird to return-
the one i sent in hope this morning; my wife’s nervous, and
we are fragile in here-cooped up and tired
but drinking wine, we made together.
i’m hoping to plant next-got some young vines in the cellar (some Beaujolais which will surely become vintage!), writing poems, and alive still…38th day on unseen waters…
and my wife is more lovely than ever in this deluge lighting-brings out her blue curves;
and my kids, well, they’ll make it
if this bird ever returns! I’m sure it will, it’s just a question of when at this point.
In the meantime, i’m feeding animals, got to know all their names by now!
And I’m, getting ready to plant my vineyard
when it all recedes. And God is still good
and these animals are wonders i keep
learning life from. And my family, well
i never loved them more than now.
And my wife, well, that’s a poem God
put in my hand, or slipped into my pocket,
before all this, and my own birth, and all these
endless floods of waiting.
And I think i know the Torah
by heart now, so we should be fine.