Jewish Poetry

Once in a Kmart in DeWitt, New York
while my mother was grocery shopping
at the Price Chopper next door

I came across the Nerf Football section.
Before I tell you more, I want you to know
this was at least forty years ago

so the statute of limitations on
whatever it is that happened, has
long since run out.

And if it isn’t, please note
this is fiction, a fantasy in a poem
as some also regard the Torah to be.

I picked up the Nerf Football.
I turned this way and that and saw
there was no man, or parent.

I threw the football as hard as I could
over the aisle towards, I think,
where the photo studio was.

I heard a crash and a scream.
Maybe. It was so long ago,
I might have heard nothing

and have been embellishing
my memory of these events, like
some say we do with the Torah.

I walked briskly back to the
Price Chopper where I met my mother
in the cereal aisle.

Nothing has been said about this
incident since then, unlike Moses’ act
when he turned this way and that

unsure, unlike me who knew, whether
what he was doing was right or wrong.
He took a life in defense of a life.

This act has been spoken of
ever since, immortalized in films,
glossed over at Passover.

I admit to having no convictions
that day in DeWitt…But that day in Egypt
when Moses crossed his line

it started the process
which brought us
home.