Can you tell me which way is up today?
The Ducks of Same-mind seem to think
that it’s down, but we all know better –
don’t we?

Turvy turns topsy, flopsie and mopsie,
fine Rabbits aligned in a row,
their impetuous nostril flares
ignite the ado

Unhand – but first, untie – me,
…ain’t got nothing but love, babe
on this 8th day of the week

Gods from Magog swarm all around,
while we sing solemn psalms underground

with a teary eye to the coast
and the salt sea spray
upon our lips like new life

inhale with me
this sweetest air
of freedom’s undulation

Chagall 2019