Shabbat In Sivan Poem by Lewis Eron

Shabbat in Sivan starts too late
And ends too late
The sun never seems to set
Nor stars appear
Until I'm ready to go to sleep
So all I do is wait
And pray
And eat too much
And take a walk
And a nap
And eat
While the hours pass
The same number everyday
But longer because I've forgot my watch
And use a sundial
Which only counts the sunny hours
But that doesn't matter
Since the sky's usually clear
And it doesn't rain much
Except when there is an intermarriage
Canadian wind with Mississippi air
And then I get to watch the meteorological fights
Domestic bliss expressed in fists
Of wind and rain
With sound and light
And I get to say yet another blessing
Or get wet
Or most likely both.
I wish I were at summer camp
Or on vacation
Or just lost
Worship in the morning
Worship in the evening
And then it is too late
For a movie
A good dinner
So I sit on the porch
And wait for Sunday
And wonder what God did
On His day off.

(June 15,2008)