Number three hundred and sixty I want to fly away

Number three hundred and sixty I want to fly away
And make an emergency landing on the grassy plot cooing with birds
I am a taking-off body, a light body, a clear body
The air pushes me to fulfil my destiny
I departed the place and gained a dimension of freedom

While I know that I will not be a bird and my soul is bound
While I know that I have to pull out a root and another root
While I know that I have to adopt the knowledge as is hidden in her body
I pierce my place with sharp tools
And seize and carry her in my breast to a patch of grass

In the library I will watch over the paths to study ins and outs
And in the meanwhile ---


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Translated from the Hebrew by the author, © 1996 Ella Bat-Tsion