Elul 5780

The tilapia simmers on the stove,
A recipe borrowed
From someone who doesn’t speak to me

What would usually feed four
Only feeds us two
And anyone else who happens to live
Within a government-approved
Five hundred meter radius
But tonight it will feed one

I will light Shabbat candles, alone
And make kiddush for myself, alone
And count the days until
A doctor tells us
That your mind
Is stable enough
To return to me

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It is Elul
Ani l’dodi v’dodi li
But not tonight

Photo by Sheila