Hassid in the Park
Man briskly strides in black costume
hair swiftly running down his sides
in tight curly formations
they go well with his yarmulka
battling it out with gravity.
See the religious man hurry by
looking at all the naked people
how could they not wear yarmulkas
a feeling of disgust
a deeper one of despair.
Catch the man glance at the gay couple
lying at the base of a tree
disgust and despair merge together
perhaps he hopes the tree falls on them
maybe he silently wishes to join them.
Hassid man stops and turns around
contemplating what he just saw
he walks on without looking back
Helpless, a victim of the world’s apathy
a lamb of its growing decline.
Unarmed warrior doesn’t know whom to fight
he sees the human race attacking him
the next moment he sees them drowning
he seems very confused
should he battle or save them?
Talmudic wisdom doesn’t console him
Kaballistic insights don’t heal
a quick decision must be made
he solves the problem
just moves along and prays.
Written in Independence Park, Jerusalem (6-28-84).
Revised 4/25/98. Open Topic