Be well, thanks…

Yehudith Dashevsky

Be well, thanks
for coming. What
are people on their own
with their evil hearts,
with their spent hearts, with their sidelong glances.
Let’s talk a bit and live
like in a story, exchange
a few words; we’ll say, 
hey, hello
blooming water, hey, a whole loaf of bread.
Yes. I was. Here. We all were. Yes,
thanks.

In front of you is this ancient rain…

In front of you is this ancient rain,
behind you, this warmth; you stand and think 
how few are those words
people need in their lives
you think about the one who sees all this and about the one
whose face is wind, and falling leaves, 
                                and pattering on the window,
this rain.