Could it be that only yesterday, I climbed Masada,
Huffing and puffing to reach the top,
To tell the timeless story
To look out on the barren scenery over my beloved Dead Sea?
Today, I climb Allenby, looking for the kosher Aroma
Leaving the sea behind
And the pristine white sand
To grab a bite to eat before returning to the Tel Aviv beach.
My legs remember Masada
And the twitches and pangs today
Are reminders of the strain of yesterday,
I’m reminded of Masada in Tel Aviv.
Could it be that only last night, I sat in silence
Gazing at the stars,
Thinking of my family
And the peace that comes to me only in the barren desert?
Tonight the bustle of the city fills my senses.
Lights and shops.
People of all sorts.
A building lit up like a gay pride flag, in a city that thrives on pride.
My thoughts search for that desert silence
In the corner where I sit in Tel Aviv.
I look for solitude in the bustling city
To yearn for the desert while surrounded by vitality.
I’m reminded of yesterday,
While surviving today,
And anticipating my next visit to the desert.