Nonkilling Grasshopper, by Ada Aharoni
Poetry for me is not a furtive
fox like Ted Hughes’ –
it is a Nonkilling green grasshopper
landing on my inner
window-pane flapping
its wings at me:
Write me, write me, write me!
How can I write you
Nonkilling grasshopper poem, when I still
haven’t edited my daily IFLAC Nonkilling Digest,
haven’t responded to
my hundreds of urgent
emails all clamoring: when?
When? Now!
At the end ,the Nonkilling grasshopper poem wins,
as it does not stop fluttering and muttering
harmonious violin soul tunes in me,
until my fingers hop onto the computer
and my grasshopper Nonkilling poem
sees the light of day
and lovingly spreads its Nonkilling wings
all over our global village.








