Shelter Helter-Skelter

by Judith Meyerowitz

Yellow and black fallout sign in basement-gimme shelter
We squeeze our bodies under the desk seat.
We laugh tensely as we fit our tushies and feet- helter-skelter.

 

The Civil Defense film “Duck and Cover”
features “Bert the Turtle”,
who has a built-in shelter.

We are not supposed to face the windows.
The glass could shatter.
They did not tell us we will melt- helt•er-skelter

 

Will I be safe from the BOMB?
The President and his friends
have an underground shelter.

 

During the Cuban Missile Crisis, I read Hiroshima
Their skin comes off their hands like gloves
Helter-Skelter

Gunfire! Students in place,
“And naught of earth shall harm me.”
For in the arms of God, I shelter
Helter-skelter.

She is in My Head

by Judith Meyerowitz

We inhabited the same space.
Her blood flowed in me.
Her genes
Her thoughts

I lay attached to her by wires,
her emotional currents coursing through me.
I emerged formed- I sat, I crawled, I walked.
Invisible wires did not let me go far.
I was her creature, her experiment.
I looked in the mirror and
on my face saw her image,
The Creator

Helpless, I waited to awake to more developed human characteristics,
to have an independent self
My contact with the outside was limited.
I was afraid
as if the wires were still attached.

Through the wires I could also feel her pain, helplessness.
How do you express anger at fragility
You write- humorous poisonous pen letters when very young, thoughtful insightful words when older.

Frankenstein’s monster seemed human
despite the bolts in his neck and
stitches in his head,
a gentle monster who liked flowers.
Were we meant to feel for him
or were we he?

So many human experiments seem to go wrong.
The Creator no stronger, wiser than the monster

Loss

by Jennifer Roberts

I could not know when I ordered asparagus
On that first night when I saw you coming shyly around the corner,
Remembering you had said you loved them,
Forgetting for the moment that I hated them,
That it would be the beginning of many compromises.

Many joyous years and loving accommodations later
I walk through the supermarket, dislocated,
And drawn to the asparagus as by a magnet.
Instinctively I extend my arm to grab some,
Forgetting for the moment that my asparagus lover,
My gentlemanly Parisian husband,
Is no longer alive to eat them,
Will never taste the tender spears again.

I quiver, bite my lip and feel myself disintegrating
Right there in the middle of Aisle 6,
Once such a site of joy and eager anticipation
Of his delighted eyes.
Should I honor him by taking home some asparagus?
Should I try to learn to love them?
But I learned to love him, and now my heart is broken.

Four Haiku

by Stephen Reichstein

The crocus flower,
Golden head buried in sand
Welcomes the sun’s warmth.

The old apple tree,
Feels spring’s warm welcome kisses
And responds with flowers.

Spring sees barren earth
Sends warm winds and large raindrops
Wakes those wanting life.

Educated man
His eyes buried in a book
Blind to miracles.