Hineni
Hineni *
A tourist is looking for a synagogue, unwrapping the map.
He is sliding a finger on the paper over the distance travelled, Finding passage from cul-de-sac to the next dead and, Like someone who has lost sephirot, his main line.
I explain how he well get directly through Sioni,
Through a small square, opposite Jvaris Mama** to the synagogue.
I am shifting attention elsewhere,
I bid farewell, but he does not intend to go anywhere.
He days that he is not glad to open the tomb,
The fire started in Haifa and his house burned down.
At least nobody was found. Nobody met there. Fire has endured over his head.
I got upset, moved away from the bunker’ s dogs
We walked for a while side by side, closely, along the path:
An old woman on a pavement, feeding her cats.
An old woman on the balcony, shaking a carpet.
*Hineni is Hebrew: Here I am” Gen. 22:1
**Jvaris Mama (father of the Cross) is the name of church in Jerusalem St. Tbilisi
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