Hillel asked for a poem about Jerusalem for the Palestine Israel Journal. Do I have one, he asked. I have many. But maybe I’ll write a new one now.

Yesterday a young
woman visited, for an
oral history:
Jews who
worked on
Israel and Palestine.
Our reasons why
what would we say
to young people now?

I gave her my own
version of
linear history
big tangled circle
kind of ball in cat cartoons
talked a little
about why. I
wanted to tell her
was about Jerusalem.
Jerusalem we know
we all know whoever
we are Muslims Christians
Jews beauty there
is more than
Not any light pink
surrounded by
hills its own
kind of sky.
We all fight
for what we feel
and know. We fight
for what moves us
for what we are able
to see
in ways
that aren’t ever easy
for fairness, knowing
how linked we are
no matter what
we believe
as we age,
that life
in the end, mysterious as any
fact, life
a series of
stories every single one
of them
a part of us all.
We fight because
fairness for everyone
has to be possible
because for
every single no
there’s yes.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. esther- this piece is the best way of explaining what is sometimes impossible to explain. you did so with affirmations of hope and what is,what is not, what need be navigating & traveling upon seas of possibilities. love this.-peace- doug e.

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