Sight By The River Poem by Saul Palti

The lake is frozen
all the fish are dead
and a full moon glazes across the sky
no need to act in haste
to the all alone man
who preaches into the night

some fear to set sail
for their canoes are broken
nor can they glide the frozen water
star lit line
call to themselves across the bed
a passenger is never by himself

some enter the dark cave
from where it all began
the healing sweat drips over the brow
downwards toward the eyes
to blind the dead bed
this fallen solider lives in heaven