This next poem-- you probably all
know that Jerusalem has no sea and no river,
which we all miss very much.
But we have the desert right--
this city.
And, sometimes, if you overlook the desert,
it really looks like waves.
"Jerusalem-- port city on the shores
of eternity, the holy mount is a huge ship, a luxurious pleasure
liner.
From the port holds of a western wall, happy saints look out.
Travelers, Hasidim on the dock, wave goodbye,
shout hurrah, till we meet again.
She's always arriving, always sailing.
And the gates and policemen and flags
and high masts of churches and mosques
and the smokestacks of synagogues
and the boats of praise and waves of mountains.
The sound of sirens horn is heard still another sailed.
Day of atonement sailors in white uniforms
climbed among letters and robes of seasoned prayers
and to trade at the gates and the gold domes.
Jerusalem is a Venice of God."