Spring 1997 • Vol. XIX No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1997 |

Broken Vessels

I. Keter (Crown) This is the way we prefer the baby to be born, luminous Void first, trailed by the crown, the body Falling like an astronaut from the without end Into the kingdom of forms, until he splashes Down in his mother's palms, the afterglow Of a shattered essence. II. Tiferet (Beauty)              Here On formal days he is ten syllables And on others, when he's feeling rambunctious or Free, he is As long or short as he needs to be. In the mountains, he discovers the beauty of centering, Of practicing stillness, of letting The trail, light, weather, poem Pass through him, seeking A place to rest, a summit on which to build, From the top up, a new kingdom. III. Malkhut (Kingdom) If you were invited to settle here, would you? How long before you would feel Incomplete without the endlessness of the poem Which one cannot even imagine? But he has imagined it, encircling him Wherever he steps, even here As he climbs The lad

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