Monday, January 14, 2008

Forty Days and Forty Nights

like an image from a newsreel
the long-chinned, hat-brimmed rabbi
crosses a Manhattan intersection,
looking both ways more times than one
and carrying a splendidly white duck
under one arm,
this man so lost in his hair,
his unexplained, unacknowledged companion
equally homeless--
and one could almost hear in this
ballad of light
the echoing minor laughter lilting
of a clarinet,
its unsteadiness belying an
inherited sorrow,
the weary humility of a Moses,
wandering leader in a wilderness of
street lights.

No comments: