Awake in Haifa

What ever kept Avraham awake
at night
when he should have been
dreaming of sand and stars
and children playing
with his beard?

Did the camels snore next door
like you,
from schlepping a goy around?

Did he pace the floor and bore
a holy spot
waiting for the promise?

Perhaps his neighbors
gave him coffee beans,
or wine that
made him warm.

And all that good
of heaven and earth
was just too much
at once
with Ishmael at his side.

© 3/16/02, Lois E. Olena (at Bill's)

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