Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

 
Baklava 

Baklava:
Honey drizzled
on paper thin phyla dough
and bed of ground nuts.
Sticky and sweet
tiny bites slide
on Arabic coffee
past my tongue to
my belly. Arab music
blows sizzling into 
Jaffa streets.

Noontime sun
shrinks shadows. 
I watch ten men on corner stop,
sit on stools, fish out prayer
books, rock back and forth.
Mumble. Pray. Rock.
Time stops.
The world is still.

 

 Diane Sherman   /   March 2008