Lenore Weiss at Moe’s Books, 10/13/2016
White robes and prayer books
automatically flip to the right page,
and the cantor, voice of the synagogue,
possessed by the spirit of the sanctuary,
blesses us with a three-fold invocation,
passed along through the centuries.
Facing each other for the priestly blessing,
shawls tented above our heads in stripes and fringes,
I feel hushed like in a scene from Schindler’s List,
factory workers standing and singing
together in one pleated voice;
tonight I know how to read
Hebrew and sing all the melodies.
I am in my house.