My white cloth by candlelight is your white cloth by candlelight

I remember a meal the covenant once served me

My violin is your violin

The rain of the land in its season

Witness, set out

I rub the door post where the mezuzah held its prayer

A prayer is a tiny camera

My former rain is your latter rain

My latter rain is your former rain

My white breath with your white breath

So, our days may be multiplied

At childhood's gate, a snake

In the act of swallowing

A toad, legs first

Transfixed, we watch until

The one looks out of the other's mouth

Where we go the covenant follows

We begin to see it has intentions for us