Every year it’s next year In Jerusalem. A journey, A promise, waiting. We sit cross-legged in a Bedouin tent, under a roof of billowing silk. Camels snort, bellow, spit. A prayer At the Wall, men wrapped in prayer shawls, sway, their bodies curled, unfurled. A note Tucked into crevices between cracks. an ask of an unseen God. A seedling planted in a desert. bent over, our bodies move from tree to tree. A miracle Copper skinned tribes of Abraham our palms pressed together we swing from side to side. A street vendor rolls his brown eyes. Scarved women bicker over price. You want or not? We want, we want.
Linda Laderman is a Detroit area writer. She is a volunteer docent at the Holocaust Memorial Center where she leads adult groups on discussion tours. Her memoir piece, “Grandmother’s Warning,” was recently published in the summer edition of the Michigan Jewish Historical Society Journal.