Monday: Pre-Dawn / Diti Ronen
Like a home, I leave you –
when I come back I turn on the light.
You follow me to the kitchen
waiting for a sign of love.
a plate, a chair, a bed.
I am conciliated.
I fold my body into yours
while my head leaves
for its winding paths.
How I longed to capture the words of beauty,
their perfection round
like a river stone.
Homes that I left come back to visit me.
At night I repay their visit.
Farewell within farewell within farewell.
Still I know nothing about your ways in me,
like how your mornings are readied for solace.
Translated by Rachel Tzvia Back
From: Inner Moon Notebook (HaKibbutz HaMeuchad Press, Israel 2002)