By Lavie Tidhar

On Rosh Hashana
Everybody leaves the lake, taking
The eternal way home.
Liz stands in front of the waves,
In the red light of another perfect sunset.
Tonight,
The moon will appear, a small silver path crossing the water,
And the ghosts of the past will wink and wave in a friendly spirit.
This isn’t the time to get malaria, or
Think of making long term changes to your way of life,
But you don’t play to win;
You play for the game.
From the continual orbit of the moon things
Are anchored in set points of time/space.
For example friends.
But the important thing is now, the great party
Of one of the oldest Creations,
And its been a long while since we’ve had a
New messiah.
On the last day of the year
Parting does not become hard;
Goodbyes are short, accurate sketches,
Colourful cinematic pictures
Heralding change, and therefore
Beauty.
Now is the time to seek the innocent wonder
Of the child, or the drunk, now is the time
To hunt in awake the
Pink elephant in the sky.
Now is the time to say goodbye,
And look for new constellations in the stars.