Poem Without an End by Yehuda Amichai

translated by Chana Bloch

Inside the brand-new museum
there’s an old synagogue.
Inside the synagogue
is me.
Inside me
my heart.
Inside my heart
a museum.
Inside the museum
a synagogue,
inside it
me,
inside me
my heart,
inside my heart
a museum

Mirror Year Mantra

do the work
let it go
fearless energy

pruning rosemary by moonlight,
my fingers' pungent glow
makes me miss you all the more

three peacocks on the lawn
eat poppies and lantana
then click clack down the lane

strength in secret
chooses lower case
with purpose and repeatedly

found poem

a secretary is the person
you trust with your secrets.
But the clerk,

Tribute's Two Sides

a gift, testimonial, compliment or the like,
given as due or in esteem; a stated sum
paid or exacted as a price of peace

found poem

At the moment, your dream machine is running at full strength
and conditions are favorable to get the vibes rippling out into the world.
You're about to find out how much you have done right

surrounding curves create patterns
followed by eyes, breath and sometimes fingers
in night's quiet state