Songs From the Diaspora is a weekly poetry blog featuring poetry inspired by the Torah portion, Haftorah or other text, and sometimes simply just the world around me. This week, Parashat Va’etchanan was my source material, and I was focused on writing about the experience and practice of prayer, faith, leadership, and peoplehood.
A knot tied in an open palm
with desert bloom
to this barefoot room
the smell of primrose kneels me
hand to my warm face I think-
What other people’s
cheek flamed without singe?
Of that hand outheld,
oil through the fingers
Smelling of olives and rose as it pools in dirt, still East
a crown passed, for a sake
he sleeps where he would not rest
his palms soak us into our new possession
wearing our laws like fresh garments
rosen oil on our skin