God on High
sits on an aluminum bleacher
surveying all below
and freezes his ass off,
.
as do I, two weeks before Pesach,
with snow mounds on the sidelines
of the Astroturf field,
the simulacrum of a green pasture,
.
at a college named for a saint,
where a tinny church bell
bravely announces noon
on a sunny Shabbat.
,
With a thick gloved pointer
I turn the Tanakh’s pages
and envision Betzalel
fashioning gold and silver.
.
My daughter on the field
refines her penalty kick:
three steps back
then three steps forward.
.
God on High knows
she’s learning the amidah
and one day will approach
the Throne of God.
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