Iema (Mother) Poem by Adam Berman

(translated from Hebrew)

Iema, my hair now long
It falls on my eyes like the old avocado tree

Iema, a narrow world gave birth to my imagination
Now a sailor who circles the earth day and night,
that hugs a sphere like a young child

Iema, my eyes in the color of sea,
now heavy and deep
Bent at tomorrow
Staring at today; that came to be
like a dream in the empty dark

Iema, now in the midst of sea
and my heart beats were found at the bottom
and made waves and a stream of tears
now ceased to the lightblue ears
of hope