August 3, 2013

            Quarter past four in the morning

            And the world has come to a rest

            Outside, there’s a wondrous silence

            And it is balanced with

            The peace within the chambers of the soul

            Only a lonely bird

            Is trying with its chirping to disturb it from afar

            The rain which came down earlier has ceased

            And cool air, unbearably pleasant

            Enters into the room through the slightly opened windows

            Caresses my soul

            I feel fatigue

            Relaxed and relaxing

            Under the sky-blue quilt

            The soles of my feet caress each other

            Now

            One can feel closer

            To the eternal-moment

            Listen to its murmur

            Sense its presence

            Time has reposed from its race

            Like a tired horse

            It walks in the paths of the forest

            While around it the trees are breathing

            Under their wet leaves

            And its hoofs are touching above

            Their thick roots

            Which intertwine exposed

                                                June 12, 2013

                                                                                               

(From “One-Time” by Eyran Katsenelenbogen; translated from Hebrew)