Poetry, Vulnerability

Ever Since

High Holy Days 2023

Poem written by Ellen Steinbaum, used with permission from the author

in the fragile time
between the thunder claps
in the time after
the sky split open
and solidness

the fire
to leave no one
shelter collapses
again and again
around us
the acrid dust
preserves us
perfect as Pompeii

gentle with each other
liable to break
we must sort through
what is left to us
sift the rubble
for what
we have lost