In the blue mist of an abandoned night highway

between the beauty of the Givat Chaim mountains 

suffused into a single silhouette against the night sky 

and suddenly from the right the burst of  a hooowwlll—

so close

like something cut with the light touch of a knife—  

or the animal within us brought to her knees in birth;

 

I’m afraid they will never leave me

these involuntary tremors,

the haunting voices

that ambush me

in every language—even in silence

despite all the ways humans are strange—mammals

who rise out of my body with a wail. 

 

Suddenly a slit in the mist

from the hit of your headlights

making you so clear and cold  

that a cry rises from within

heard by both the living and those resurrected

now in the grind of every day 

within wedge of the mountain. 

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