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A Piece of Myself

A piece of myself
was missing, the
yellowed page had an
ancient
lacuna,
hidden but
also
known.
You, Yakov,
helped me
to find it.

Donald Jacobson Traxler
Oct. 6 2018

My Earliest Ancestors

My earliest ancestors were
short,
dark,
and naked.
After a hundred thousand years,
I am
tall,
light,
and still naked
when I can be.
At heart,
I am a dweller
among the trees.

Donald Jacobson Traxler
Oct. 6 2018

Countries of Passage

My ancestors started out
in Africa--
yours did, too.
Egypt,
the Fertile Crescent,
and on to Europe,
wave after wave,
for thousands of years,
The Ukraine,
Russia,
Finland,
Sweden,
Germany,
England,
Scotland,
Ireland,
North and South America.
These, who went west,
met at last
those who had gone east.
The meeting
wasn't pretty.
Sometimes we forget
that we are only
passing through.

Donald Jacobson Traxler
Oct. 6 2018