Touching the surface

A crowd gathered in front of the kotel this morning

like a peaceful protest.

God hurled a canister of tear gas at them

but the weeping wailing women did not disperse.

I watched a woman with closed eyes

and open hands

brush her fingers over the ancient stone

as if God were braille

as if you could read him just by touching the surface

But we

had never meant to go blind

on purpose.

(Image by Ohayon Avi, via the Government Press Office.)
Rachel Stomel

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Rachel Stomel is a writer, translator, spoken word poet, activist and graphic designer living in the Wild Wild West Bank. She delights in bad puns, good food and mediocre poetry. You can follow her work via Facebook.

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