Diary: January 17/07

[judih]

Opening a Door

again
opening a door
releasing a child
watching him set off

bags filled with shirts
jeans rolled
soccer socks bulging
duffel bag pillowed and plump

opening my heart
enlarging my oh-zone
my hug encompassing distance and space

mourning what's over
cheering what's promised
gulping down this shock of a day


Rahm, 15, is leaving this area, going to another school, living in a dorm, playing soccer with a youth team in Netanya.
Today's the day. This morning's the morning.
It's always been his dream. He's attracted the circumstance, earned respect and recognition and he's ready for this.
I'm not exactly a wreck, but in a minute I'll be crying.

Separation from a child hurts. I praise his courage and admire his special personality. He is so very much who he is.
And I love him.
wanted to put it down here, inner jam.

[panta rhei]

being who he is
growing into who he will be

world wide open
offers him a place
a promise
a welcome

mother heart cries
opens up wide
encompasses her love and
his leaving

letting go
shock-shaken love shares hugs
shifts shivers from cry to smile:

good luck, son.
i love ya.

[judih]

On the way from the kibbutz northwards towards Netanya. This is the Ayalon highway.
The Southbound train

Highway impressions

[panta rhei]

northways on highway
boy looking cool
high spirits, high
way northwards
to drop
him

back home
down south
downway, southwards

no boy down there

he's up there,
high