Log Cabin Chronicles
Minor Vows
ELISHA PORAT
The vows that I make to myself are minor vows: such as to visit my father's grave on days of joy; such as to run in the evening after the flight of the herons in the distance; to be once again a child ascending an imaginary tower; to be filled with the scent of approaching darkness, with the whiteness of flowering citrus.
The things that I wish for myself are minor things: such as to wander and wander until I have gathered enough strength to raise the dead.
Translated from the Hebrew by Cindy Eisner
Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.
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