I was born on the
Third phase of a
Waning moon
On a dark
Day in November
                                     She said

I had the wrath of a million
Ravens in her womb
                      
                          She was not ready

A voice proclaimed
Beyond my mother's knowing
She said

I was an Omen come alive
Spread across her shrinking world
                         And I will live on for
                       You made me endless
She said
I was the harbinger
Of her pain and a witch
To the gray moon of
her clever madness

I sit on the top
of a hill

curl into a ball

you stand at the
ready

all you have to
do is jump

all you have to do
is time your jump

and let me pass
under you

to stay safe

but you never do
and I roll into you

knocking you down
and we roll down

together laughing

I always thought
you had bad timing

but maybe I was wrong

I make mine jewish style
with plenty of root veggies
leeks carrots parsnips turnips
garlic and matza *****
made from scratch
fresh dill for luck
goes a long way

I pray over my ***
It's good for the soul
checks them bones
then the body follows

I become humble again
much aware of the sacrifice
that we may all become
warm soup for something
to heal what is deep inside.