Missing Hava Nashira 2024

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It takes me three hundred and sixty days
to fully re-enter into society after Hava Nashira.
If you do the math, that leaves one day to
pack for the next one.

It is day one and I may never unpack.
My clothes, maybe, but not the volume
of love and music that’s swirling around
the invisible parts of me.

I need daily infusions of people saying
I’m going to go ahead and give you a hug
in one way or another, just like in Bruceville
where I assume it’s still humid and, thankfully
we avoided tornadoes this year.

This year – the young came back and
their energy was as cute as Hell.
Barely half a chord had to be strummed
before they took over the middle of the space
and brought us all with them lifting

our entirety to the world yet to come
on that very spot. I’m not sure if entirety
is a real word, but I’m too tired to know
what real words are. I hope they come back
but I won’t need them today where

the songs new and old will be the only
language I need for the foreseeable future.
Would you like room for cream, sir?
No thank you my beloved barista,
but let us say Amen.

What a triumph of our sacred song leaders gone by
upon whose backs we do this work
to see our oldest melodies fly out of
our youngest mouths like they’ve always known them.
Thank you for this forever honeymoon Hava Nashira!

You may have to get your own damned hotel
but better to not leave anyway. I’ll see you in the
dining halls of our future. Your voices will be coming
out of my mouth as I try to give my places
just a glimpse of what you feel like.

Next year in Oconomowoc.
I mean it this time.
And let us say amen.

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