A BLOOM
A grain of sand
in the darkness of a shell—
now a pearl
A bucket
in the darkness of a well,
holds fresh water
A flower called Bakawali,
blooms only once
in the cold of night.
This darkness is transformative
and not a prison, I touch your face,
I blossom.
Nightingales sing at night,
and all vision begins
in darkness
— © Abraham Menashe