After the five-hundred mile walk and the astonishing plane ride,
We found we had nothing to do.
We’d smoke and talk about how different the new land is.
We’d watch the young ones learn the new language.
People from all over the world, they forged into a nation by teaching them a language no one could speak.
Everyone abandoned the Jewish languages they had spoken before,
So we learned the new one too.
Then I took the old thatch and mixed it with recycled plastic pellets.
Something old revitalized with something new,
Like me.
The gojo is not as big as the one I used to have,
But I don’t have to live in it.
I can sit there and listen to the rain fall lightly onto the thatch.

Andy Oram
February 22, 2017

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