I was at a poetry reading last night organized by the great people at Jerusalism. It was a nice sized crowd with a lot of ‘earworthy’ poetry and prose. Someone asked me for a copy of one of the poems I read so I decided to turn it into a blog and share it with the world. Here it is.
What Happened When I Realized My Date Was A Woman
I walked with you yesterday through the park.
A kaleidoscope of sensations travelling through my being.
I didn’t know till afterwards that you were a woman.
It was only this morning when I was playing my guitar
that I remembered the senses I was numb to.
Your hair, your face, your form.
I know these are not who you are.
That is why when we walked yesterday
I stayed so intellectual
But I see there is a part of me that has hands
and a face, and form, a man.
Who does not want to go through his life alone
and wonders what he could feel in the space in between us.
The we space. I don’t just want my life to be me space.
You space. Touch space. Feel space. Closeness space.
And yet unknowns surround me which means
You are a question I may never know the answer to and that is OK too.
Because the sun will still shine and I know that I am not alone.
This poem is really just the tip of the iceberg of a much bigger topic wish is Jewish sacred masculinity.
I’m curious. If you’ve made it this far, what are your thoughts?