Log Cabin Chronicles



This tremor in my hands

is threatening to return:
Again I spent all night
rescuing my comrades who were caught

in an ambush. I carried Leizer,
I pushed Amos, and I also
ran and shouted. I was agitated.
Until my hands trembled again and they remained on the hillside:

the eternally abandoned of my nightmares.

Translated from the Hebrew by Cindy Eisner

Elisha Porat writes on a kibbutz in Israel.

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