Tuesday, April 7, 2020

Getting out of Egypt, by Hagit Ackerman

Not with a strong hand
And not with an outstretched arm
And not with great awe
And not with signs
And not with wonders
Rather hesitantly, with small steps, terrified by darkness
with accuracy
And love
Carrying little signs like the wrinkles of passing time,
The transition of seasons, my changing body, the pearls of my longings.

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