the thrush's song

and on my return I encounter fifty seven jugglers

double-balancing a life in precarious black and white I find

there’s something beautiful about being back in YU

even if it’s only to work on DC stuff

surroundings of people with similar eyesight dreams overlapping

feeling the streaking lightness of Geulah in the crush of Audobon

once upon a time I would come to these very tables

to pore over the words of the Piaseczner in Derech HaMelech

or that morning’s 3 new mishnayot long before memorization lifted its head

and roared

I don’t follow the same daily practices I once swore by

though I still find myself plagued by fervent curiosity at times

the need for the promise

of that particular glazed future