FEVER
You're on fire beneath my lips,
hot as the coal that Moshe grabbed
when the angel forced his hand.
As we rock in the dark
I want to pray for healing
but I'm muddled with sleep.
I sing to you in two holy tongues.
You whimper. My eyes are closed
but I have known your face
since it first appeared, blurred
and grainy, on the ultrasound screen.
When I replace you on cool sheets
you cry out once and then curl
clutching yellow bunny in one hot hand.
The white noise machine croons.
What do your fever dreams show you?
How long will you remain a furnace,
incandescent in my arms
and exhausted from the burning?
- Rabbi Rachel Barenblat 2012
COMFORTER
you wake in your crib's embrace
from the dream of a distant heartbeat
a voice says cry out!
and you cry out
bewailing the tragedy of separation
until I gather you to my breast
glowing numbers shift silently
and your desperation eases
someday you'll learn to fumble soft stars
into their places
to nuzzle your giraffe
and count adinkra like talismans
but for now I am consolation
I make the rough places plain
- Rabbi Rachel Barenblat 2012
Rachel's first book-length collection of poems, 70 faces, was published by
Phoenicia Publishing in January of last year. 70 faces is a collection of poems
written in response to Torah. Rachel is also author of four chapbooks of poetry, and her poems have appeared in a variety of magazines and anthologies, among them
Phoebe, The Jewish Women's Literary Annual, and The New Orleans
Review. Rachel holds an MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars, and was
ordained as a rabbi by ALEPH: the Alliance for Jewish Renewal. Today she lives in western
Massachusetts with her husband and son.
rachel
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it's exquisite
Thank you, Stu! I'm honored.
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