I'm not searching for happiness;
I'm thirsting for mind expansion.
When I get my fix, it's always the same response, the same thought:
I can breathe.
Perhaps if I searched long and hard enough,
I would find it in my Jewish books.
Instead, I find it here,
In the midst of the New York subway lines
Looking each unique color and flavor in the face,
Breathing a little deeper.
I wonder if that was part of Avraham's avodah;
Leave everything you know and find yourself
In the midst of difference.
I wonder how much we Jews need to disperse and reunite,
And how much togetherness we can take.
How much do we find ourselves not surrounded by ourselves?
I see two young women in blue jeans walking,
Nothing spectacularly different;
Just blue jeans, just walking...
And a reminder of the Torah and its wisdom beats softly in my chest.
Suddenly, a woman is in my face, much too close
I look at her startled.
She's asking me about the subway map;
Me, because I look Jewish Jewish
She, her face echoing back at me- kind, soft, Jewishly familiar.
The thoughts don't trouble me any longer
As I head home
Breathing fully, body relaxed,