Wandering

The streets naked and left in dejection,

Filled with despair

Cigarettes ash on the sidewalk embedded in our souls

Buddhist monks riding motorcycles on a highway leading to nowhere

 

And in the middle of these streets

I see a man whispering :

Today I shall not go to the temple

I shall light a cigarette on the Shabbos

Today I shall be a goym

Today I shall not wear my Cross and follow Him

Today I shall not repeat my holy mantra and spin my prayer wheel

 

Today I shall be alone.