Shofar's Voice: A Poem for the High Holidays

What is the voice
of the shofar?
I hear its call.
It resonates
somewhere deep
in my bones,
in my blood,
that flows through
my body,
Through my fingers
and heart and
my arms that have
Known weight
and tenderness
and empty
and weary.
And I carry its sound

In the broken notes
that stutter,
Resounding
in the still air
That shatters my
complacency.

For a moment,
For an endless moment,
That is the voice:
When my steps
Stutter
and are caught
And I hear.