FIELD OF DREAMS
Elegant viper
on a clear lake, glides
towards a bushy marsh
Firm neck rises—
a serpent in white feathers,
crowned with pride
Gently parting cattails—
brushing reeds to each side,
he enters a fertile marsh
While fingers reach
tulips where
paradise resides
where babies sleep
where night turns into dawn
and Eve cries I AM
A master musician
strokes a finely tuned
cello
Deep notes pour out—
Then a sublime flutter
the bow quickens the tempo
reaching final notes
A quiver, then silence
the marsh is alive
all the parts gave and took
Until there was no more to give
no more to take, releasing
the scent of damp bark
Now the grass glistens
and pollen fills the air—
viper in a field of dreams
Hearts beating as one
lone wolf howls
at yellow moon
— © Abraham Menashe