05.05.11 (How I Long)

United States Holocaust Memorial Museum

Where have you gone,

My sweet inspiration?

My nectar

Of thoughts and visions.

Grown upon flora

Beside the river’s basin,

And harvested

With soft precision.

Oh How I long,

For the abundant days,

When my tongue

Was all but graceful.

When my words would dance

And tastefully play,

And were laid

To sleep in a cradle.