waters, meaning sky. Before
God split the world into earth
and heaven, water was of one
body, as before Babel there was
one tongue. We all live in
terrible countries. Everywhere
people are rattled, perched
on the lip of a great divide.
In the Territories the air
thickens with ash, while over the Green Line
armed guards patrol maternity wings
serving both Arab and Jew. Last night
I lost my footing in the dark. At noon
you tripped over a sand-camouflaged
curb. This was before the quake struck
the rift running from Cyprus to Syria.
We didn’t feel a thing but the bees
went wild sensing the shifts to which
humans are numb, dive-bombing the trout
smothered in date sauce, your own
bald pate, the world under the world.