It’s mine it’s mine it’s mine it’s mine
the shine of the stone
was rubbed from my hands
and the feet of my parents
glossed and ossified into timeless
reaches and reachable to all
but mostly to me.
Claimed mountain, clearer air,
sweeter rain, more dirt.
We rage on you-
the fire that signals the time;
time to feast,
or feed a god.
Which language does He speak?
Who’s food will He eat?
East, more east,
they treat their mountains better.
They breathe.
Abby Yucht is a twenty-three year old bachelor’s student studying music and psychology at Bar Ilan University. She grew up in the north eastern USA and immigrated to Israel after high school. There she studied Jewish religion for one year and did two years of civilian national service. She’s been writing songs and poems since she was a small child, and aspires to pursue her passion for words.
