Earth was my canvas.
I sowed it with tears.
Colored within the borders.
Of my parents estate.
Then the skies broke,
My trees pierced the clouds.
I could no longer paint,
In frames preconceived.
Their earthen floors crumble,
Under my neat rows.
Their fences wobble,
Touching my brush strokes.
Now I must only cry,
Call the universe edge.
Seas and space my paints.
Life being my platform.
Infinity my play.
(Yom Kippur 5775)