Kohelet Revisited

Once I saw a soldier jump up From behind a boulder And run zig-zagging toward A forest shooting bullets at him that Kicked up small plumes of Hot dust around his flying boots. And once I saw a woman Standing precariously between A sliding mound of soil and A gaping hole in the mown lawn In high heels and black dress Shoveling dirt into the hole,

Her wet eyes unseeing.

In the Bible it is written There is a season for all things. There is a time to be strong And a time to be weak,

A time to hide your strength And a time to hide your weakness. You ask me what time it is And I tell you I don’t know.