Cemetery from Warszawa by Point Reyes

I go to the Jewish cemetery in the rain
Hoping for some experience of grace
What do I find but Chasids singing five
All of whom I recognize from Bed-Stuy
Followed me here
Swaying over the grave
of Peretz or Ansky

And I remember the words of a rabbi
G-d is everywhere
Just nowadays nobody knows how to stoop low enough to see him

On the way back in a taxi
I spill breadcrumbs all over the seat
I try to hide this from the driver
I am exhausted, my shoulders hurt
Holy holy holy

And I remember the words of a rabbi
G-d is everywhere
Just nowadays nobody knows how to stoop low enough to see him

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