Levi Nathan
His eyes glisten,
absorbing the laughter surrounding him.
He is held, carried, and handed over from one
person to another,
like a treasured Torah scroll,
celebrated on Simchat Torah.
On holy days, I gripped my grandmother's hand,
When we walked to the shul.
Her quiet strength was palpable.
I was conscious of her grace.
Grandma urged me to kiss the Torah mantle,
blue velvet embroidered with golden threads.
Make a wish, she whispered.
Grandma would have loved this precious boy,
sweetness flowing from him like rivers of milk
and mountains of honey.
He coos with delight when he sees his siblings.
Blessed days are made of these moments,
they are a prayer to be lost in. A melody that awakens from within.
a sun kissed life
Sun Kissed Days
Tuesday, July 16, 2024
Levi Nathan
Thursday, June 1, 2023
Sally
Sally
I no longer remember the sound of her laughter.
I no longer remember the scent of her perfume.
Did she bake challah for the Sabbath?
Did her hands form a perfect braid?
The wind whispered her name.
Her hair flowed when she walked.
Darkness, illuminated by her smile.
She embraced her husband for the last time.
The memories of their newlywed days sustained her.
Their faces beamed when they found each other in a crowd.
Their hearts beat as one.
Their unconscious flowing tenderness was seamless.
A dance of life, filled with beauty and kindness.
Sally mourned my beloved uncle’s death.
Devastated and alone she returned
to reclaim their home.
The villagers that pillaged their possessions
took her life.
Her body was dismembered.
I might imagine all the places where
the parts were thrown.
Patches of beautiful lilies grew there.
(This poem originally appeared in A Corner in the World:
Holocaust Poems for My Father.
Tuesday, December 6, 2022
The Laceration
The ache is not a discomfort.
It’s anguish.
A laceration,
Piercing into the core
Of what I believed to be true.
I mourn who we were
Before the distortion
Led us to who we have become.
Sunday, July 31, 2022
Going To The Moon
I am so honored to be a part of The Lunar Codex. The Lunar Codex is an archive of contemporary art, books, music, poetry and film, launched via NASA’s Artemis partners to the moon.
One word comes to mind gratitude, gratitude, gratitude.
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
I Am Water
I am fluid
as the river
flowing through a canyon.
I am not stagnant water
standing
still in a bucket.
I am rippling,
rolling,
unbroken.
I am free.
Sunday, April 24, 2022
The Sun
The darkest hours
will unravel the light.
Waiting,
questioning
the conundrum.
Disentanglement
will be late coming.
In Mariupol, the smoke
is rising.
The land is ravaged.
In the steel factory
the girl has sheltered
52 days
underground.
All she wants is to
see the sun.
Saturday, April 9, 2022
The Rubble