On Shabbat Noah 5779

you just have to start fresh -
pack up what’s good
and wipe out the rest

you have to get on a boat
          or a train 
          or a plain
and just Go;

leave one life for the next.

Sometimes you might not even know
where exactly you are going.
You trust that the dove will tell you when you get there.

And you might not know how much you’ll miss 
what you had to leave behind
until you’re drowning in wine and memories,

but even then, new life must grow.
New beginnings must start.

you find you’ve landed on a new mountain somewhere
and you unpack what is good -
what you took in your little boat
          and in your heart -

and you begin to plant anew.

Scroll to Top