Eli Spivakovsky


The Receiver - Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Your Pacific urges,
crack through old technology
marine-drenched cables
and the international telephonic corridors
of epic, sonic, optic rush and pause
conducting and over-lapping,
delaying the sound of rain
in the background
where you live
slowing the drops to a sixth of a second.

And my Atlantic urges,
to say a not yet obsolete
brief prayer or
other kind of
organic weather balloon
to throw another skipping stone
back through that
creaking hallway of sequences
no longer affected by zone or country
ascending
from my mouth
to your ear
bouncing like sonar
on to the firmament
waiting to be received
in heaven as it is in the ocean:
bound together again
at exactly the same time.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

On the second Day, God said, 'There shall be a day in the middle of the water, and it shall divide between water and water. God made the sky and it separated the water below the sky from the water above the sky. God named the sky, 'Heaven.'' (This caused a 'rift' in Creation itself.)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013


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