Ninety-seven walk through glue days.
In a row.
Soul rubbed raw.
For better or worse, the inside of everything is showing now.
My eyes are dust. The harshest images
defy tears.
I cry only from that which is tender.
Too much of this. Not
Enough of that.
Half my heart is severed.
And half soars towards redemption.
Finally.
Chava Alberstein, ‘You Will Walk in the Field’ (Leah Goldberg)
I don’t know how we’re going to feel after this war in Gaza. My only point of reference is how
