Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Narrowing Sonnet


Could we put oceans in a cup,
a desert in an hour-glass,
the skies in a falling rain-drop,
the planets in a marble-bag,
it wouldn’t touch the Lord,
swaddled in a body,
who also humbly wore
the girdle of our laws,
was threaded through
the streets of Jews,
endured the spit
and then was split
like hairs
of truth.