Deuteronomy 6: In Writing

The light through the drapes

the thread of road winding away

the warm smell of sunned olives

the heavy vines that shiver and sway

against  hair and arms

Are binds that bite flesh

twining the heart,

flinging forward to net

the fluttering wind,

making all words one:

I am here.

Sinai of the body

of sloped belly,
of heavy haunches 

sinking and springing, 

to trace the bonds
we weave each day