TASHLICH
I have no hooks,
neither have I nets,
to cast down
into the moving waters.
Only small bits & pieces
for the fish
waiting under the bridge,
down in the depths,
to come with open mouths
to find upon the surface.
I have cast my bread
upon the waters
of redemption,
all my transgressions,
hoping for another year,
a year when my pockets
will be empty
and nothing more
to empty into the sea.
Stanley H. Barkan, USA
