By YEHUDIT BEN-ZVI HELLER

If I forget you Jerusalem, may my right hand wither away. . .
If I do not remember you . . .
—Psalms 137:5-6

To write in Jerusalem
in a garden
with a wind that comes from the mountain
under a canopy of grapevines  

By YEHUDIT BEN-ZVI HELLER

I took three stones from there:
one from the water
one from the sun
and a small one
to grow.