Decisions are hard.
Take what’s for dinner for example.
If it’s just you, it’s a little easier –
You don’t have to run anything by anyone,
though you still have to decide whether
to cook, or to order, and either option
involves a whole other set of choices.
If another person is involved, and,
both of you are decide-phobic
the difficulty is compounded.
They say half of marriage is
yelling what?! from another room,
I say the other half is deciding
what’s for dinner.
The mealtime detente can
turn you both into skeletons
long before anyone comes along
to explain the Torah to you.
I’m envious of when we had a Cloud
telling us where and when to go.
If the cloud lingered, we’d stay.
If it was ready to go, trumpets would
spread the news, and we’d go.
We didn’t have to decide anything
except if we were going to do
what we were supposed to do.
All I know is I have to get from
the beginning of the day to the end.
More of the same tomorrow
and the next if I’m lucky.
I keep looking for the Cloud to know
if I’m headed in the right direction.
The clear sky is deceptively comforting.
The wisdom of the Cloud in
the eyes of my beloved.