I used to wonder
I used to wonder
when still a boy
and from The Book
dripped stories
onto parched children's lips
What they drank
when sweetest dew
fell from stars or else
condensed on desert stone
to nourish weary Israel
But now I know
for when I was at the great Library
from ancient tomes
trickled forth instruction
into my cupped and seeking hands
It was devotion
when I, for forty years,
distilled in my laboratory
not wine but purest Manna
to quench the searching of my heart
15.05.2024