Elul 21: Love

I’m up again
at three a.m.
stumbling through the
silent house.
My toes cling to the floor
hard and cold
like I imagine an ice cap might be.
It feels like another world.

When the owl calls, I jump
startled by such a stark reminder
of something beyond myself.
Entirely different, but also the same.
Shaking in the cold,
wandering in the dark
under the moon.

In the presence of this familiar stranger
I find my way back
to the place I recognize
as home.

This poem is in a series written during Elul, the Jewish month of reflection and repentance leading up to the Jewish New Year and Day of Atonement. The project is inspired by Rabbi Phyllis Anna Somer, @imabima. More info on her blog Ima on (and off) the Bima.

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~ by ettaqueen on September 28, 2016.

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