8 hours with the potatoes,
The eggplant, and tomatoes
Growing organic
Like my love for the land
Our divine home.

The wheat is an ocean,
Waves bowing to the wind
In whispering prayer.

The date palms explode in the sky:
Fireworks celebrating our return
From 2,000 years of exile.

And this playground
I’m swinging on right now
Was malarial swamp
Before we came back.

I walk slower here.
The weeds won’t grow any faster.
Mount Gilboa on one side,
Mount Gilad on the other.
I’m a pee in a pod.