Tuesday, December 15, 2009

7 AM at the Western Wall

By Jessica Rosenfeld

At 7 AM at the Wall the men
eddy and swirl, wearing their prayers
on their sleeves.
Angry old men with long beards
shout against the wall
as if it were a donkey
blocking the road.

At 7 AM at the Wall the women
rock and sway in heavy black shoes
moving their lips to silent music.
Tired old women kiss the wall
as it it were a long lost child
setting out again.

Answer us! demand the men
pounding the door to their King.

Speak to us, implore the women
whispering to their Lover
across a pillow of stone.

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