praying with the bluejays
winter morning,
outdoors for prayer
in dad’s blue and white
tallis:
a flag—
reminder of the tie
between seen sky
and hidden shamayim,
His Eye and law—
my late father’s tallis.
in still-bare trees,
the bluejays,
accustomed to my
presence
and daily offerings
of peanuts, gather,
chatter, until,
reaching the Shema
they quiet
and as one
we declare
Gd is One.