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
Israel is a tiny country. Since the Simchat Torah Massacre, we have all been anxious, albeit unified and determined.
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.