Poetry by David Rutiezerhttp://creativedavid.comshapeimage_1_link_0shapeimage_1_link_1

Making a Star of David

I never imagined that star was for me,

despite my mother’s teasing prompts since my memory began,

those two opposing triangles constantly at odds,

mirroring my own parents.

Only later do I learn the cleverness

of turning the top-heavy triangle pink,

clinching my orientation and cultural background

in one neat, geometric package.

How strange two shapes could encapsulate

a whole rainbow of affection,

all the ways I’ve felt

about every man I’ve loved.

Adding whiskers, eye color, the square bluntness of fingers

should be the easy part.  But what about the silence

that smiles across a table of eggs and juice

after a night so close no air could move between us?

I think the triangles should stand side-by-side,

the way my love and I will be,

each facing the same direction

but slightly different in color.

David Rutiezer