Poem by Emmanuel Lacaba:
There are silences pinned on shirt pockets
associated with rain.
Folded checkered blouses in musty closets
are crossword puzzles spelling Shema Israel,
there are sounds called
silences called puzzles called tennis rackets:
Adonai Elohaynu, I remember the sounds
of characters I don't
understand, bouncing O a forbidden word.
The followers in black have left for bed.
Tiles sear, fires invade
courts of collars, knives, balls in patens.
There re sounds called silences called wives.
Rain is rabbi and repeats the name
meaning one, explaining all or nothing.
