It’s breakfast –
She stands on tiptoes to look
At the white-yogurt city sprinkled
With windows and solar panels
Spilling into the sea.
Her toes are starting to ache
But that ache – her ache – is written somewhere in a book –
The very same book in which
The long streets and the long shores and the long waves
In rippling lines spill out of the page
and into her blank bowl.
Daniel Revach is a PhD student in cognitive neuroscience living in Israel, though he considers myself a citizen of the world. I approach my poetry like I approach my research: rather than an act of creation, it is the discovery of the universal in the particular.