Abram and Nahor took wives; the name of Abram’s wife was Sarai.

Genesis 11:29 NRSV

I pluck a date (plump as the drops of rain that surprise

the skin on the back of my neck at the start of the wet season)

from a copper bowl, twin of the fruit that (mere hours before) taught me

the taste of delight—as when my eyes lift from platters laden with hump-backed

olives and warm loaves and catch the sun-flash of the tent flap

opening and a ziggurat of shadow rising in the wedge of empty space, and I blink

and see you: one star caught in each eye’s moonless sky, releasing

a flock of silver birds inside my heart, lifting still, now,

as I hold the sweetness between my teeth, test it

with my tongue, one long moment,

before the bite.