Orthodox Young Men
By Don Iannone
Young,
studious-looking Hebrew men.
Orthodox.
Flying from Cleveland to Toronto
on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
All dressed in black,
save for bright white dress shirts
with crisp collars.
Large black hats,
with odd up-turned brims.
Good for catching rain,
if you care to.
Dangling dark hair locks,
folded neatly behind their ears.
Barbering must be a snap
in Orthodox communities.
Only one style cut to remember.
Polite.
Serious,
but smileful.
Lacking--
in the nebulousness
beseiging most males their age.
They're lucky to have each other.
They seem connected--
to themselves
and each other.
Souls.
Just like everyone else
on the plane.
Making their way
through life,
and at the right moment,
letting life makes its way
through them.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
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2 comments:
Thanks Kathy. Some times it's easier than others. For now, the poetry is flowing.
Well said. I especially like how it's a combination of making our way through life and letting life make its way through us.
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