By Don Iannone

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.
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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