Sunday, May 8, 2016

15 toward the Omer

God and I wait, calm and anxious respectively, on the train station platform for me
to show up. The hot wind comes, the whistle blows. The train appears, slows, stops.
There she is! God says and points. I follow along God's right hand and see
myself reflected in a window. I look at God. Yes, God says, yes, and waves.

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