When limits are no longer in his sight,
Man thinks to play Creator is all right.
Michael Peach
Sonnets from Eden
When first we moved to Ramat Gan, To help Tamar
Though wholeness is indeed my priority And the sensing function
My body now, alas, is paying the price, Together with
Due not least to constant U.S. vetoes Of U.N. resolutions
The streets near the park In Ramat Gan, Traffic-clogged and
Israel’s soul is all but lost. For the most vocal