I bled on the  full moon…

Joined hands and danced with an old woman round and round the synagogue

…Almost pulled her arm from its socket.

I chanted melodies I know by heart,

Tuned in and out of the rabbi’s sermon on noticing G-d in our lives.

I gave my rice and beans to a beggar on the train,

And forced myself to look into his eyes as he sat across from me

To eat, or maybe to ask for more

(I should have given him more…)

Instead, we talked about the warm weather

And I wished him a good night.

The moon shone full,

And my benefits were tenfold.



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