Jaffa

I wish I could:
Photograph this poem
As it is being written.

The place where it lives:
On rocks lapped with foam
Lips of an angry ocean.

I want you to taste them, here:
Sea salt breezes, runny noses
And a Jaffa sunset.

Tiptoe back to:
The neighborhoods I know
Wait for your call or
An address
And a break from
A morning of waiting for
The day to end.