Log Cabin Chronicles
As things stand
ELISHA PORAT
Nice of you to phone, it was good to hear Your voice. And how are you? Well done, you've Come on. I saw what you'd had published in the Magazine. Too true, quite a few years have passed since then: And they've had their way, a few grandchildren, I won't say how many. You're really not supposed To count. And what about me? The same walls And forty-two square meters. The ground Shifts, and round about everything is cracked, and at night I tremble: sudden fractures, the plaster Flakes, and on the roof bats puke out bursts of Fruit squishy with vomit and seeds. And if I tune my ear to the silence that comes From your telephone, I can clearly hear: Droves of yearnings galloping away to the distant hills.
Translated from the Hebrew by Asher Harris.
Elisha Porat can be contacted at porat_el@einhahoresh.org.il.
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