I return on the the Kurkar1path
her twists and turns i know well
and it seems to me that the same cricket
sings under the Tzabar cactus.
Two cypress trees at the front gate
guarding the threshold of my mothers house
and on the concrete post is written my name
that I wrote many years ago
And the smell of melons and pine tar
fall heavily like the years
but always welcomes
I walk on the the Kurkar path
and search for all the village children
whistling a refrain from "the locomotive song"2
but this reminds no one of anything.
about the bicycle that cut across the fields
missing a wheel, its fenders are rusty
and on the tree two swings hang
only in the wind do they (now) swing
And the smell of melons and pine tar...
I leave on the Kurkar path
I think about ash and dirt
on what is now and what was
and on that it's already dark and cold
And the smell of melons and pine tar...
1. Kurkar is the regional name for an aeolian quartz sandstone with carbonate cement - wikipedia2. a song by Arik Lavie