I am your sister and your mother and the mother of the children you fathered after you left me I took you out of your parents’ house taught you the desire to be free, the need to settle down I come from a fragrant ocher city cistern for poets, gate to the heavens I live in open spaces, near river banks and estuaries in mountains and in forests The evening sun renders my skin bronze I caress the waning shimmer, inhale the smell of fertile soil humidity -- crescent of creation, essence of intimacy
Earth-bound is my piety I worship best in nature I knew shelter, I knew pleasure I took care of flesh and blood I skipped barefoot through summer rain rose pear smell mingling with my pulse I was courage, I was patience wine and bread were always on my table How strange it is, not to be seen I bestow my lustrous berries my rocking chairs, my seat in the family car
I am your sister and your mother and the mother of your children. I carry universes, untold love.
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Julia Knobloch…
…is studying to be a rabbi as well as being a poet and literary event organizer. As part of her studies, she is living this year in Jerusalem.
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