by Drora Matlofsky

When we were kids
Life lay in front of us
Like the road to summer holidays.
We sat in the back of the car
We played, laughed, sang
And asked Daddy to stop the car
So we could pick flowers.

I left Daddy's car
On the highway.
I took a side path
Thinking it was a shortcut.

Where is the sunny beach?
Did I take a wrong turn?
Can I go back?
Can I still get there?

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated September 03, 2015