My energy has been kidnapped.
It sits in a dark tunnel, and waits,
eyeless in Gaza.
While I, bereft of energy,
sit in my salon and drink coffee
and look at the news.
I look at The Jerusalem Post, The Times of Israel, and Y-Net News.
Then I read The New York Times.
Then I go back to The Jerusalem Post and start the cycle over again
in case something has changed in the past ten minutes
that I need to know about.
And then I do it again.
Today I clipped my fingernails and my toenails.
It was a day of accomplishment.
I think I’ll take a nap.
About the Poem
About the Author
Pesach Rotem was born and raised in New York and now lives in Yodfat, Israel. He is a member of the Voices Israel Group of Poets in English and of the Israel Association of Writers in English.