Yona Alon wrote himself for many decades. He conceived, dreamed, formulated, refined, sculpted and polished his personal syntax: a handful of words, an infinite sentence that could mark its author, forever engrave his fleeting existence in the world. Yona Alon wrote one work throughout his life. He built his work on many books of philosophy, prose and poetry. He received no recognition, awards or attention. But for every turn of the hand, for every additional dose of indifference, he wrote another book; not for his own glory, but for those who would come after him. "The Day My Poems Begin to Speak" is a collection of poems. Yona Alon used to read his poems to those around him. He collected them like jewelry, which he never wore. Instead, he kept them in a box, like gems that add beauty and splendor to the familiar and simple, to the everyday words that are as transparent as the air in his home, his neighborhood, his city. He wrote poems that could lift his soul in times of need. For him, every day contained an opportunity to sing for life, time, the miracle of existence. Now we are given the opportunity to open Yona Alon's jewelry box and encounter his world again: seasons, people, light and shadow, body, everyday life, silence attentive to all. Evidence that every human spark is a grain of sand, and every sign of life is a mighty cry that breaks through the sound waves, envelops the universe to its very end, marking our momentary and immediate presence on Earth. You can't ask for more than that from a book of poetry. This book is the ninth book in the "Reserve" collectors' series.