Ester Muchawsky-Schnapper | At the End of the Sabbath (or: Me and Them)

Honolulu, HI- December 2017. The house which was crowded with all the well wisher for two days back to backs seemed deserted in just a moment. The ceremony hosted around hundred people in this compact house staring from the gaye holud ceremony and the reception night.

The hazy air surrounds us all,
with dust which cannot dirty them.
Dry heat and desert-wind envelop
the Holy Day
without a moment touching them.
In white and black silken taffeta
they stroll around
with happy smiles
and black shiny leather shoes
without a grain
of what’s around.
Clear faces, pure and smooth
washed for the Holy Day
who sadly does not belong to me.
A child’s green eye looks shyly at
my strangeness,
he knows already I am not one of them.
With constant longing my soul admires
these images from centuries past
when I w-a-s one of them.

(From PRIVATE 47 – ISREAEL, p. 66)

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