View from Haifa-I
by Marc Mangel
I follow pin lights as they wanter
through a valley and slowly, casually
float out to sea
buffetted by waves sounding
slurp and brssht on the
shore
taunted and tangled by a wind
that has travelled thousands
alomg light years
just in order to arrive
at this instant.
The earth falls quickly below
then too begins its slow roll out to the
mouth of the sea
from whose bowls the earth once sprang
and into whose
she will return
The animals too sing
songs since there are no
competitors to drown and smoth
and far where
grass merges with
shells and tiny crabs build their homes
move cars
silent cars
known only by their lights
slowly then quickly
beams of cold luminosity
july 1973