by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger

Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger

It is so cold—
               I sit here.

The rain, 
far and near,
               our united weeping. 

This blue longing,
familiar and close,
               lives in me
and I look to you

Look at my face—
its striking 
You see me full
of suffering and 
               cannot go back.

Last updated January 10, 2023