THIS IS ENOUGH

Galilee at dawn.
Pinks on the eastern horizon
cascade over the hills of Golan
and tumble, scattering shafts
of silver, gold and purple
across the snapshot-still
surface of the lake,

And there is silence.

Night gives way to unrelenting day.
But first the sun’s early rays
Awaken on the blackened rocks
(so recently bereft of water
Stolen for the cities far away)
The lichen, insects, moss and
Fragile lakeside flowers;

And I sit silent and entranced,

Then beckoned by the early warmth
This mother Hyrax comes and settles
On the rock, gathering to her breasts
Six little ones, eager to suckle,
Welcomed: as long ago upon this shore
A stranger stood in welcome calling
In the misted silence

“Come, have breakfast!”




A lakeside encounter,
Galilee, May 2010.
( A Hyrax is a Middle Eastern Rock Dassie)