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WATCH Miriam Hechtman recite her poem, Tashlich (Cast Off)

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Poem Tashlish Cast off

Published: 1 October 2020

Last updated: 11 June 2024

I say goodbye, out of my pockets spills sorrow - WATCH MIRIAM’S POETRY READING

Tashlich (Cast Off)

I say goodbye
Out of my pockets
Spills sorrow
Out of my pockets
Runneth regret
Out of my pockets
Falls fear
The raven has departed
With my trespasses
Dropped them into the moving water
Wave by wave
Past the sandbank
Down
Past the glint of the sun
Down
Round the bends and breaks of the coral creatures
Down
Where the wild things are
Down further to the immortal jellyfish
Who quietly lives forever
Returns to itself
Cell after cell
Regenerating its entire being
Over and over again
The Benjamin Button of the universe
Reversing, traversing, immersing time
God will take us back in love
God will cover up our iniquities
God will hurl all our sins into the depths of the sea
So we renew
We begin again
In our same mortal bodies
We swim

Video by Miriam Hechtman

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Miriam Hechtman

Miriam Hechtman

Sydney-based Miriam Hechtman is an Australian writer, creative producer and poet. She is the founder and creative director of Poetica, a live poetry and music initiative and co-presenter and producer of WORDSMITH – the poetry podcast.

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