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Rochelle Mass' latest book, The Startled Land, was published by Wind River Press in late October 2002. You can download a copy of the pdfversion presskit here. Or visit the Wind River Press web site for the book.

The Startled Land
By Rochelle Mass

Trees don’t look the same in winter. Sleet is heaviest on pines.
Branches moan. In a storm, trees and fences
are the first to go. Landmarks disappear—everything gets
rearranged, smudged, flattened. Things grow invisible, except
icicles, as thick as carrots.

The strongest part of winter is the light. I turn from the glare
leave just enough reflection to remind me where I am and hold on to any kind of order—a street light, the top
of a fence. Watch my breath escape, see the words go
before they’re heard.

Snow startles the land.
Colors freeze and sounds shiver.
My face turns porcelain, burns
like fever.

I came to join the women

I came to a place where cotton grew out of yellow hearts where bitter olives were picked and cured where
melons with green flesh grew on the top of the hill where
etched numbers from camps were
told and told again.

Why did you come
they ask me, and ask again.

I couldn’t say then but
after twenty years and more I know
I came to join the women before me.
Devorah first to judge and
Yael first to command troops
on the Gilboa ridge and Jezebel who
flashed oval eyes at soldier boys and
Michal daughter to a king who
lost his head on that same height of land.
I came to join the women before me
take my place, make things new
in the valley of Jezre’el, the lord himself sowed.

After they drained the swamps, I came
after Golda joined a kibbutz just down the road after
eucalyptus rooted into the tough earth and after
pines and sycamore bent to the wind.

Why did you come?
Why do you stay?
they ask
I walk down the road to the Kings’ Way where
the tillers, the farmers, carve the slim land.
The cotton is swelling again.
I remember when I came and why.

Hands on a gun

The soldier has slipped onto my shoulder again, his breath skips
with the road. His head falls to my chest, I straighten, tightening
the part of my back that usually goes sore on rides long as this.
His knee hits mine, then flips away as the bus rolls, returns
to mine, stays there.
I feel his muscles.

Hills are drying in the June sun. Goats and two camels pass
on my side and dark children sell eggplants from plastic crates.
The soldier’s head falls almost into my arms, I lift his face.
His hands stay on the gun,
a scar goes from the thumb up the arm.
Swollen and red.

The bus makes a sharp turn. The low area between the hills
is filled with black tents; wide women herd sheep and children
to grass left after winter. The soldier has slipped again.
I lift his face, saliva runs on my hand,
then I touch his hair.
The bus stops.

Three soldiers push duffel bags in. The last eats cherries, spits
out
the stones. An old lady with parsley in her lap shouts at him,
the next stone rolls under her skirt.
The bus revs up and
my soldier boy shakes himself like a dog out of water.
Shalom he says to me.

Shalom I say and feel the sweat I took each time I raised
his head.
Where are we? He asks and leans over to see more tents
and goats.
Almost there? He asks and answers long way yet.

I want to look straight at him but study his hands
on the gun, want to know if he’s afraid.
There’s so much more I want to say
but you can’t talk like that to a man you hardly know.


Rochelle Mass' latest book, The Startled Land, was published by Wind River Press in late October 2002. You can download a copy of the pdfversion presskit here. Or visit the Wind River Press web site for the book.

More writing by Rochelle Mass at Ariga:

I should have gone to China and other poems
Three prose poems
Rozogov and Jazz, a short story from Tel Aviv
Poems by Rochelle Mass
Frishman: A short story

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