Lilac Wine :: a warzone towards haiku

November 27, 2013


Filed under: Text — Tags: — Lilac @ 5:33 pm

My forefathers were named for light; likely makers of candles in Eastern Europe.

When someone who has lived in your home passes away, they leave an absence of illumination. My father threw geometries of light on the stairwell at breakfast-time, from kitchen lights: a simple thing until it wasn’t any more. That shape where light ought to have been is burned behind my eyelids. It was what meant he was gone.

This 1st night of Chanukah, I wondered why light the menorah in an empty house. But some patterns of illumination are meant to prevail longer than any of us, and be cast in any circumstances. All men must die, but in tradition we join the infinite.


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