Darling Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Darling,
they're blowing shofar for you, they're stitching banners for you, they're sending runners for you to announce you, the angels are accompanying you, they're leading donkeys for you. Can you feel the breeze, here, in Jerusalem?
She remembers being a small child and how the wind felt on her young face, a breeze from the other side of the world.
She would have worn his banners for him, she would have been a transiting emblem for him.
She traces him down to the sea, but she is left behind.
She remembers catching young fish, but to no avail. She remembers running with love, like the angels, and returning with fear.
She remembers the night that began with her cry and ended with her 'water berries' streaming down her face.
She remembers the blister of sisterhood, the friction had not yet hardened, then a wedding was only a prediction, pure and far away. Now she sees it like a dazzling sword that cuts out of confusion.
She hides him behind her wedding dress under the dazing sun.
She gathers her dress together and walks to the sea.
She remembers the vow she made as a child, that she would remember being a girl on that day.
She turns back from the sea and gathers her dress like foam and mist - by not assuming it will come with you..
And now I make a cloak for you.
Now I use my wool and linen for you.
Now I no longer fear snow.
I give you the end of everything. I save nothing for myself. I give all of the most of forever.
The child awaits them, the smell of fresh apples blossoming over in the sun.