in the summer takes fitful naps,
lies in the sand where children laugh,
squats, wings held away, to spy
life on a gaily market day.
Lazy guest of the castles
men build at leisure in Spain,
for a while tucked in a dream berth,
dawdling in the sun, slow. And fake.
In the winter, fast paced,
its hands reminded of their task
it will again storm the land,
cane the bold, wreak havoc on faith silos –
making up for its phlegm in the heat.
For now it is yet on leave,
perched on my garden carob’s elbow,
cheeping, cheeping with the birds,
and with them, as if eternal.
Jerusalem, June 15, 2012
REMOVED BY WILL AND RESTORED UNDER THREAT