the dear little god
is not picky

opens all the doors
all the tears
all the sighs
all the prayers

in this photo
in the service staircase
of the mall
kanyon mul hayam
on the shore of the red sea
in eilat
barukh is praying
between the ground floor
and the basement

he worked here last night

in the luxury liquor store

the service staircase
is used by
only those who work in the mall

not for intended use

not for the transportation
of cleaning materials
or trash
or goods
up and down

that’s why they have
the service elevator
right next to the service staircase
much cleaner
much more comfortable


the grubby
service staircase
serves the spiritual needs
of the employees

this is where
the russian security guard
gets some rest
and pushes the buttons
of his phone
for a little while
in russian

this is where
the ethiopean cleaning lady
cries a little
between cleaning
a pissoir full of vomit
and a toilet full of shit

this is where modi
asks his god
to be able to spend more time
with his daughters

and this is where barukh prays
to the dear little god
who got named
by fred and lelush
almost ten years ago
and who is on paper
the same god
as modi’s god
but for barukh
is still
a less stern
less masculine
more homey

if in the clean
and elegant store
barukh suddenly feels
and desperate
this is where
he comes

to the sanctuary
of the stinking
service staircase
to rest

to pull himself together

here he smooths out
the wrinkles of his soul

opens his book of prayers
says the familiar words
those words
that he repeated many times
in his countless previous homes
while the children were playing
and judit was reading
or cooking dinner

then he lays his head
to the lap of
the dear little god
who sitting on
his tremendous
infinitely tremendous
listens to barukh’s prayer

and barukh calms down

for a moment

feels at home


in the stinky


in the staircase
sacred by
and prayers

About the Author
a wandering aramean poet / born in hungary / living in israel / longing for a home / and peace / outside and inside // he writes about his new life / and his old one / his adhd and asd / his adonayush / and war and coexistence / in israel / in the middle east / and in the world // hundreds of his poems are available in hungarian / and in a weekly increasing number also in english // “self-appointed poet” (“önjelölt költő”) / his first book of poems / was published in budapest in 2021 / "twelve points of barukh" ("barukh tizenkét pontja") his second book was published in 2022 // he lives in the kurdish suburbs of jerusalem / with his wife and two sons
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