Sitting
on the
edge of
my window
smoking and
watching the
light
of
my
reading lamp
on
the
woven
elephants
hanging
beaded
above
my
bed
-
I thought
you
were
singing
in
your
room,
but
realized it's just
Yerushalayim
that
hums
at
night.
Sing me to sleep, Holy city -
center of the universe,
light of my life.