Israel, March 2023 - Early Spring

The flowers are blooming:
Fields of yellow, sprinkled with
Violets and reds, butterflies and bees
Venturing when rain ceases

God’s painted Galilee 
In early spring, the land awaiting
Pesach, and the people awaiting
One political dread or another. 

There will be a winner, but only
For a moment, the loser of the 
Moment will extract a cost, no
Party quite forseeing the next

Move. One wishes that those
Who scream could take a walk
Together in God’s painted 
Galilee and enjoy

Together these wondrous
Yellows interspersed with
Vivid violet and blazing ruby. 
The pressing issues left unresolved, 

A walk to blunt the anger, 
Baseless or otherwise. 
Maybe. I hope. 
Maybe we can all enjoy

A walk, and put aside the march? 
But likely not. Too bad. 
Too bad.