i believe in summer plums

you know, the kind that are so juicy you have to eat over the kitchen sink
otherwise the bloodred fruit comes down around your fingers and makes you feel sticky for hours
these are the fruits that have to be enjoyed outside, with your toes and soles and calves in the still-damp grass
when the humidity is the warm washcloth that works its way in until each bone is wrapped in a delightfully soft layer that makes everything seem fuzzier


even though my life has probably never seemed more dull to anyone else
i truly believe

that i am really living

A Gentle Wave

A beaded dragonfly's wayward hovering
Doesn't appear to be as much fun
As taming the moon's continual minions
In broad daylight; the sun snickers

A land where the days and nights are long
Every dish is homemade
Private gazebos are infiltrated and overthrown
Humans sound like unmuzzled mutts; pedigrees disappear

As I write sheltered, enjoying the lofty breeze
In foreign script the NSA couldn't decipher
The insects chirp freely as the blackbird flocks buzz
Gossiping about their anticipated meal

Yes, you may find me here
With a foot on the bench and a foot on the ground
Observing with titillation of the senses
In a gem so neatly tucked away

I'm in a land, where the trees are tall
And some could recall, when they were planted
My writing whimsy soiling a summer day
In Wauconda.

the holy land

so i am in israel right now, and i am loving my few minutes of computer access here and there. i am doing biochemistry research at hebrew university in jerusalem, and also doing lots of jewish studies stuff.

this science meets religion thing is really pressing me, and i don't know what to think about it. i wish i knew all the answers. but for now i will enjoy the ice coffee and hummus instead of thinking about this question.

note: ceecee and i think that all authors should post more. tell us about your summers or something :)