On Carley Ridge
I went looking in the western foothills,
In the country of the deer and the coyote,
I, the Jew, examined manzanita
And the crooning wood doves, wood doves,
Lizards, rattlesnakes, and quarreling squirrels.
I climbed alone into those hills,
A Jew, into the oaks and pines, to see
How Gentile nature was, by how much sweeter
She, than all my Jewish loves,
My Jewish quarrels.
Naked on a western hill, I cried,
“A Jew is but a man.” I was surprised
In looking down, to see that I had lied,
Or had forgotten, I was circumcised.