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i / f < i e l : t h e f i i / l l i m e<br />
Bloodshot eyes gaze through<br />
windows flooded by light,<br />
blue sea shines bright,<br />
low clouds obscure the coast...<br />
Commotion in front,<br />
excited sounds make their way back.<br />
Heart-wrenching cries soon clamor,<br />
Is it Home?<br />
Milk and Honey?<br />
Eyes-sea-landthe<br />
breaking surf,<br />
ivory white beaches,<br />
rolling brown sand dunes,<br />
lush green verdant fields.<br />
We all celebrate!<br />
Crying... Ha’tikva... Our Hope.<br />
Land o f my ancestors,<br />
I have finally arrived.<br />
My long cycle is complete,<br />
and by kissing the land<br />
I am reborn.<br />
HOME, at last.<br />
o n m e bordé r..<br />
(written at the outset of my one year stay in Israel Oct. 29, <strong>1984</strong>)<br />
On the border:<br />
In my mind I can grab the other side.<br />
I t ’s somehow already a part o f me.<br />
I need only to find the path<br />
To connection.<br />
To pass over the border,<br />
And find Israel.<br />
The people<br />
Oh, the people<br />
The undefined chosen<br />
Those flying the jets<br />
Those sitting on the buses<br />
And even the beggars on the corner<br />
They endured the fight and the pain<br />
And remain on the path.<br />
And I am now on the border<br />
To join them.<br />
For I must,<br />
And I am glad.<br />
DAVID BONINGER<br />
Ohio
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