On this Tisha B’Av, I thought of my wife-in-law
in Israel. My husband and his ex
are both Americans, working together
online to secure their grandson
a U.S. passport. Just in case.
Her parents survived Auschwitz.
Tisha B’Av, the saddest, unluckiest day
of the Jewish year, multiple anniversary
of destruction, of the First and Second
Temples, and expulsion, from Spain,
the start of the First World War
and in the Second, the first killings
at Treblinka–another perfect occasion
for the launch of an all-out attack.
Already, high-tech stars are looking
for safer places for their young families,
as are the best mathematicians.
Our grandson, 13, is a whiz at math.
I am not, but asked the Creator of All
Numbers, including zero, to ensure
that this year’s holiday add up
to no more than the usual
full day of fasting and lamentation.
Prayer answered for now.
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Catherine Gonick has published poetry in Of the Book, Notre Dame Review, Beltway Poetry Quarterly, and many other literary journals. She was a winner of the Ina Coolbrith Prize for Poetry and a finalist in the Louisville Actors’ Theatre 10-Minute Play Contest. She works in a business that seeks to slow the rate of global warming.
Thank you for sharing this thought not sure what else to say
big hugs
Marty
Thank you for commenting, Marty!