Lifting My Eyes

LIFTING MY EYES

Sometimes my eyes comprise
the heaviest part of my body
Playing graylamp spotlights
on the lino
It will take an eyelift crane
But if I can only raise them
just a little
to the hills
they will fill like pools
waiting for the stone
to fall.

This poem originally appeared in SEASONS OF THE MOON for Adar II 5760.
Written by Rabbi Yaakov Asher Sinclair.
General Editor: Rabbi Moshe Newman.
HTML Design: Michael B. Treblow

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