Wyatt Esther And The Burning Christmas Tree

Wyatt And Esther And The Burning Christmas Tree

Manhattan in the East 90s

The palisades of the Park rising towards 110^th Street

Starbucks on 96^th and Madison

The Episcopal retreat’s library on 95^th

Names like Madison, Lexington….Mulholland

Brisk Fall air

The earthy color palate of the leaves in October and November

We’d walk across the park to the Upper West Side

Such a foreign land to us

We were foreign there too,

Strangers

Tourists

Exploring

The Whole Foods on 97^th and Columbus

It supplied us a Thanksgiving

You were right, we never did holidays Together (Beyachad)

We couldn’t hold it together long enough,

Not like those leaves who wait every year for

October

And November 

Copyright Oren Peleg 2012

Line And Dot

Line And Dot

The LINE is an infinite beam

Continuing without end in both directions

But, holy, the conundrum of the RAY

An infinite beam with a terminus

Both LINE and RAY are

Infinite in duration, but

The RAY begins

or ends

from a single point.

A single cause that perpetrates

unimpeded

a set of effects for eternity

AND

true too,

An infinite set of results

Drawn from a single input. 

The History of All Things

Begun with a single point. 

Copyright Oren Peleg 2012

The Distance of A to B

THE DISTANCE OF A FROM B

You can read this introduction quick or slow

The same way you can read life.

Quick,

like an empty highway,

just You trying to get from point A to point B,

task to task,

goal to goal,

book to book,

without stopping to take in

a beautiful field,

purple mountains lining the distance,

clouds as fluffed and perfectly formed

as a new pillow.

Without slowing to rest at a roadside café,

stretch your legs

and process the journey thus far.

Quick, just to finish the trip,

scale the height,

and move to the next

without enjoying the view

from its peak.

Slow,

if you take the jammed packed highway,

on purpose.

Packed with each vehicle picking up dust,

like a million individual thoughts racing

through synapses and axons – new connections forming

at every juncture.

Highways filled with thoughts heading from

their own A to their own B.

Roses smelled, and coffee savored.

Slow, if you want to enjoy the journey –

counting and analyzing each passing car,

each passing word --

unfazed by the ambiguous length,

and excited by the prospect of

a Point B to reveal itself

only further down the road.

Copyright Oren Peleg 2009