At the end of the day
when we cuddle in bed
I wonder-
why
did I
bother
doing anything else
today.
How Does Love Die
Quickly-
Knifed by deceit?
Slowly-
Strangled by fear?
Or daily-
by a thousand
hard
silences?
Uneven Steps
The steps to the Second Temple
in Jerusalem are, intentionally,
uneven.
This is so, as we approach,
we must pay attention.
Is not each of us
composed
of uneven steps