Bracha – a poem by Sally Michaelson

Bracha

Blessings for first fruits,
for various creatures
for giants, for dwarves

for portents, for lightning
and thunder
are jumbling behind my lips

Blessed art thou Lord
King of the Universe
for this opportunity

to taste the chicken livers
Chavignol and croutons
that he made for me to try,

for leading me out
of kosher
to the enormity of not.

Sally Michaelson is a conference interpreter in Brussels and her poems have been published in Lighthouse and Ink, Sweat and Tears.

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