Once more out of the darkness,
once more into the flicker of light,
and my spirit squints in the tunnel
of my flesh, uncertain if my form
has the strength to carry it forward.
Fire to Earth out of the dreams
of Water into the breath of Air,
has the nefesh risen from
clay? Is it the same
that crawled into winter sleep?
Will I find the desert sands
among broken pillars? Will I
find young grass on the mounds?
Will there be time to plant the crops
before the war-beast stalks?
Or will the scale with feather’s weight
forget my Ka this year? Will cascading
call from glacial heights erode
the village walls we rear?
My nature’s soul to hear?