In the Cleft of the Rock – בנקרת הצור

These between times
The sharp hard
The flint spark

A clenched hand
lets loose the rubble and rubies both
Open, like the ripe rose, it’s petals near
dropping like a yawning scream
Like an umbrella in the wind

What can change bring but change;
What will complacency bring
but change of your own
un doing