EVERYTHING'S FINE Poem by Anat Zecharya

They ask: what
have you been doing lately?
I answer: waving castanets in the air
from left to right, up and down,
and so my arms ache at night.
I'm looking around,
waiting, just waiting
until I have the strength
to fall down.
Meanwhile a shout takes off
while I myself in complete silence
let some silly
cooing and ahh-ing escape
from the back of my neck
nothing else
after "Everything's fine,
thanks a lot."