sorted through jewelry
the bits and pieces of life
and childhood gone by.
Fingering the things
found in the jewelry boxes
full of memories.
and then, because of a photo that Neil Gaiman posted in a tease about his latest story:
A pointing finger
three pointing the other way
thumb standing alone.
Following along,
dancing letters on the scroll
flying up to God.
The Yad, carved, ornate,
keeps the place, follows along
with the reader’s chant.
