Can it be I am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentuchy, looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?
We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.
It is important to act as if bearing witness matters.
I'm going home the old way with a light hand on the reins making the long approach.
To write about the monstrous sense of alienation the poet feels in this culture of polarized hatreds is a way of staying sane. With the poem, I reach out to an audience equally at odds with official policy, and I celebrate our mutual humanness in an inhuman world.
Sometimes tradition is a way of keeping going.