Hermetic

While I awaited my Blue Knight's arrival, I surrendered to the urge
to explore what valleys lay beyond the nearest hill and while at it,
to try to uncover what might be there to eat.

These were the wanderings of a Jewess raised not in Sinai wilderness
but in Siberia. Ice, summer and tundra desolation was the table
on which I scrutinized the heart's desires.

I still await the Blue Knight yet no more footloose as I once had been.
Stay put girl, hair combed, face washed, watch the seasons transpire
and how your garden grows when you're not looking.

Comfy me in my toy land setting,
magnifying glass in ready,
joy, all mine and hermetic.