Noon, the Sixth Day
You ask me to paint the future How? The canvas isn’t cut The sun is yet to set And I’m still mixing colors
Yonah ben-Avraham has been active with the Vision movement for over a decade, and currently calls Jerusalem home. Trained in the anthropology & history of religions at Harvard University, he is currently researching emerging spiritual movements at the University of Edinburgh. He also writes a fair bit of poetry, a good deal of which can be found here at Vision Magazine. His first published collection, Ohelibah, can be purchased through Izzun Books.
You ask me to paint the future How? The canvas isn’t cut The sun is yet to set And I’m still mixing colors
One night I walked twelve miles the sergeant told us ‘take this time to think about important things’ I can’t remember what I thought…
This violence & the messages of hate on ethnic lines surrounding it, are symptoms of broader systemic failings & contradictions we need to rise above.
My grandmother taught me not to stare at the moon for too long and to never fall asleep facing a mirror My mother buried…
To the woman collecting bottles who feeds the cats every third day on her walk to work To the couples whispering on the stone…
My brother, my friend For so long, so long bound in misery and chains of iron your liver pecked out by those vultures, those…
My breath crests over the clouds blending sky and ocean above the Hellespont Thessaly to my back emerging consummate from Thrace Jerusalem before me…
I sit on a balcony in living Jerusalem, speaking to my father He explains the thought of the world and a return of light…
If I became London, would You still love me? My towers reaching high The clock borne in my breast chiming midnight my bed made…