Janice Silverman Rebibo

Uncontrollable

            The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
                                                from The Magi, W.B. Yeats

I looked at you and thought you were a statue
and saw my world as empty.  Such a waste,
that uncontrollable mystery on my parquet floor.
When you came to life again, transformed by my gaze
From papier-mâché into the man you were,
We transcribed you in the book of life.  In the blink of an eye,
I ripped out the page, pleated you into a fan, cooled myself down,
Crumpled the fan into a ball, tossed it in the air and caught it.

 

Poet Janice Silverman Rebibo is enjoying writing in English, her native language, after many years dedicated almost exclusively to her original Hebrew poetry. In Israel, where her poems appeared often in the press, she published four books of poetry and two of translations, winning several awards. Poems in print in both languages may be viewed on www.janicerebibo.com.