Midrash teaches: it’s never a coincidence
Rather a divinely intended connection
When words share the same letters
Revealing life’s sacred secrets
So we find ourselves in this LIMINAL time
Between sleet and crocuses
Between down parkas and hoodies
Between darkness when we wake and dusk when we sleep
Between the terror of unventilated spaces and hugging after vaxing.
Our LIMBIC system has held us hostage, keeping us on guard
Approach me closer than 6 feet and I’ll jump back
Double mask so the aerosols can’t fly
And no singing or sighing aloud is ever allowed.
Now with each LIMB we yearn to
Stretch atrophied muscles
of reaching toward each other’s warm LIMBS.
Untether the shutters of homes and hearts
Proclaim LIMITLESS faith in the human spirit
Poetry and paint are splashing with hope
As we LIMN an awakening spring.
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