I
dreamed
I walked out
of the
ocean
and stepped
onto the
beach.
Dry now,
my dress
flowing to my
ankles,
I looked up...
you stood there
underneath the
huppa
waiting, hands clasped
in front,
a bright purple
kipah
on your
head.
yellow and lavender
flowers,
a tiny garland,
ringed my
hair.
Seeing me there,
you said,
I knew you'd
come.
I never left, I
replied.
You kissed me
then,
and we danced
under the
huppah,
under the
stars
in the
sand
that night.
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8 comments:
so lovely, so loving
Yes, this is so very tender. Makes me want to write poetry or walk on the beach.
Dreaming in poetry. I love it.
Kathi--this is poignant, truly! Touching and beautiful--to dance under the huppa under the stars--I can see it happening!
So romantic! I was not familiar with the terms kipah and huppah, but resisted asking, even though I really wanted to use both words in a sentence because of the way they sounded.Some moments transcend the ordinairy and just float away like foam off of a wave.
Thanks all! Mercedes, a kipah is the skullcap Jewish men wear- also called a yarmulke (pronounced yamika), and a huppah is the Jewish wedding canopy. This really was a dream I woke up with on Saturday morning. Remind me to tell you the really interesting part of all this when I see you... :)
you know when you take a bite of something wonderful and you breathe deeply and hmmmmmmmm as you enjoy the flavor? that's what this did for me.
Ahhh, Melissa- your pen can't help but write in poetry. Thank you for that!
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