Nov 22, 2020

tattered abundance (a poem)

tattered abundance

© menachem creditor
this moment is too much
numbers on the register
register as lost lives
the silence of the cashier
scanning my family's nourishment
invites blind, tearful empathy
watching sad shoppers
in anticipation of this week's
sad day of abundance
my reused paper bags
are tattered after months
and months and months
of holding it all...
... yes, Precious Lord,
I am grateful for all I have.
And I'm so damn sad, too

Chag Sukkot Sameach, dear friends.