orange and Bermuda wine passage


water bongos pulsate

dripping in Talmudic cadence,

silly yawning bugs with Hebrew accents daven and sway,

yet another path opens…

so another man’s beard whitens…

as another woman’s heart goldens…

when a sea-weary wooden vessel

packed with 150 bleary souls

at last stumbled into Netanya

that 1947 blue night Friday Shabbos,

the orange and Bermuda wine passage was born,

dragging and tugging along

the ghosts of generation after Yehudim generation

earnest wanderers

standing alongside destitute jokers,

all nonetheless endowed with hearts

that have remained solid,

beholden,

settled forever in their usual steadfast place

(yes, it is only our heads that frolic,

leaping into miracles or creating dread)

those lost and hopeful sailors

abandoned by any thought of love

or empathy from the world,

these scattered distant 12 tribes somehow converged,

dressed in blue…

dressed in white…

and so this singular race

unabashedly poetic

so serene despite their struggled existence,

mindfully scraped away the rusted ruins of history

from each wet moment in time,

digging,

competing for just a glimpse of some gentle refuge

some inevitable brilliant corner of this land

soaked and tethered in lilting flute joyfulness

now today makes 70 years subsequent…

let us remind our brethren

of these blue and white sailors

who had forsaken their bodies

and whose hearts long ago emerged

nested in the same place,

this spoonful of humanity having piloted as one,

still celebrating Life,

hopefully, undauntedly,

hand in hand,

these pirates who once drifted like honey oozing

from a relentless tide,

who stood face to face against

fig wine anointed counterfeit rigid prophets,

enemies who sanctimoniously knelt in extended prayer,

who demanded surrender and conformity,

and who chose to honor only their princes

and cannons

and queens…

yes,

it is our calling

to stand with these blue and white sailors

who bestowed upon us

an orange and Bermuda wine passage,

who have been protected

and honored since by more curlyhaired steadfast sailors

who have carried on the weight of decades

of centuries

of millenniums,

trusted survivors who have never wavered…

and from them

at last

we are beckoned

all of us -

homeward

June 21, 2018