Shofar's Voice

What is the voice

of the shofar?

I hear its call.

It resonates

somewhere deep

in my bones,

in my blood,

that flows through

my body,

Through my fingers

and heart and

my arms that have

Known weight

and tenderness

and empty

and weary.

And I carry its sound

In the broken notes

that stutter,

Resounding

in the still air

That shatters my

complacency.

For a moment,

For an endless moment,

That is the voice:

When my steps

Stutter

and are caught

And I hear.