Poemsby Tali Cohen Shabtai
Crisis
It was an
in ten sive
acquaintance
I did not know
that the mind is illusive
and paracetamol is not admissible
for a psychosomatic sense
in the pelvis.
That the thought sticks
like a Band-Aid on a congealed wound
in the morning
and secretes pus until tomorrow,
and at night an emotional baggage
uncompromisingly hard
and impossible to reject.
I did not know
that “bias for my own good” according to
the attribution theory
did validate an “inverted bias”
between action and between the interior and the exterior
at a time of depression.
After all, I am from there
where a man hosts himself first
and places in deposit
the absence of neurotransmitters
in his nervous system
-to-
a two-month encounter on blue
chairs in the unit’s lobby.
Surely I am where
Dahlia Ravikovitch* was for “a ship
without sails in a sea without wind”
But I still
admire human smiles
in the most undeclared way
there is
I am in crisis.
*An Israeli poet.
love this, wonderful imagery.
I cant help but love yore poems theyre always having a word for the wiseacres and insightful ! Also deeply entertaining!