Daughters & Grand Daughters That Are Already Born
Poem for a daughter who is already born
On the day you were born
the joyworkers warmed
their hands at the fire
that was lit
by the match of you life.
Night after night I hypnotize
myself with the voice of
your breath
as if it were a lighthouse
flashing for a sailor almost
guzzled
by the sea's teeth
- Ronny Someck