It takes us a year to read the Torah
and not even all of it.
Three years or more to read every word
as it’s assigned, if we even bother.
Who has the time when brunch calls out
on Saturdays, and we
rarely observe market days anymore?
Odds are we’ll never read
the whole Thing, I mean I will, but
it’s taking me seven years.
I think I read the whole Thing once
and maybe I wrote a book about it
but that was a few years ago now
and as our accomplishments get
further and further away, it gets
harder to brag about them.
Like all those bands who wrote that
one song we all know, and love
but never did anything else that
we were compelled to remember.
So in five words, Moses writes
This entire Torah, and then moves on
as if that wasn’t a super-human thing to do
described in one of the shortest
goings-up we have to read.
He’s somehow writing this Torah
while we’re reading it.
All these meta questions are
forming in my head, but
before they’ll get answered
someone’s going to hit the
reset button and all of this will
start over as if
nothing has happened.