High Score – A poem for Parsha Pekudei (Aliyah 4)

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Now they brought the Mishkan to Moses, the tent and all its furnishings, its clasps, its planks, its bars, its pillars and its sockets . . .

Exodus 39:33

I bit the bullet of my youth and
ordered a full-sized arcade machine
from a guy in New Jersey.

You can stop reading now if
you’re disgusted at how lucky I am.
I don’t mean to show off

but the eighties are still in
full view through these eyes.
It’s a custom job.

He’s making it from scratch.
From trees, and paint, from
hand-coded data that

aging fingers once tapped
into existence. Images of
aliens and Pac people

will adorn its case.
I get to choose where the
buttons go and there will

even be an extra stick that
does what I want it to do.
I’m at the foot of my

own mountain and someday
soon I will experience the joy of
having my ship captured

only to take it back and reap
the benefits of both their abilities.
Doing this as a tween is

part of my own personal Torah.
And as my thirteen year old
spends his free time tapping away

I realize this odd electronic chain
continues. The builder is a craftsman.
The end results of his work will

outlast my ability to enjoy it.
Oh, bless you, guy in New Jersey.
The details of your labor

your craft, connect me to the
high scores of my past. To my
history still in the making.

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