Terumah
we face each other we face each other we face each other wings almost, barely, touching, heads bowed wings reaching, earnestly, above and we will not look at you; we refuse to be worshipped. sometimes we will be looking just above you, beyond you, towards a bare and brilliant hill-- mostly, we will face each other. wings stretching heads bowed, almost, as if in mourning, we strive for the holy but are bound to this earth, this ark, each other. perhaps we will look down and find it was holy, always, too--perhaps our gaze will skip over yours for the briefest moment as we turn from the hill, and we will see your naked yearning and turn away from it. we will face each other, the space of a finger, a kiss, between us. we cannot help you. we are not God, that you should worship us. only gold desperately alive, shading the Torah with every chiseled feather.
