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Read Poems by JAY HERMAN

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The Search

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I push my neck beyond its reach,
contort my achy back; lower my 
face til it’s horizontal to the 

pocked wood floor. With an ants 
view of the world, like a miner I 
prospect; small bits of bread 

my treasure. Wax dripping off 
stubby candle blister my hand 
as I peer into unlit corners. 

My grandfathers who died of 
hunger watch me; the crumbs I 
burn would have fed them days. 

Beyond, my wife and girls, holding, 
incongruously, white wax-covered 
paper bag and wooden spoon, sigh 

as they await release from the ritual 
that isolates them from their cellphones 
and laptops; no insight as to why 

a decidedly non-fanatic man 
inches around on his belly for hours. 
Wheezing from the dust covering my 

mouth and nose, I ask the same 
question. My mind jumps forward 
a night to a table laden with food 

and finery. Erect amid the china and 
crystal, is the just poured silver Cup of 
Elijah. The wine, trembling above the lip, 

awaits the prophet himself. Eyes on 
the open door, we laugh and cry hoping 
he will herald an end to the numbing exile. 

Jerked back to reality by a hot burn on my 
cheek I accept that at my deepest core I 
crave and am comforted by illogical belief

Copyright © JAY HERMAN | Year Posted 2012


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  1. Date: 6/22/2016 10:10:00 PM

    Jay H, nicely penned. Enjoyed reading your awesome words today. ~SKAT~