If a man loses the hair on [the back of] his head, he is bald. He is clean. ~ Leviticus 13:40
As I look back on the generations of men
who’ve preceded me in this family tree
and even to many of the ones who
still breathe on its branches
one truth runs through our blood –
hair is not forever.
Most of us start out bald (regardless of gender)
so returning there in the latter third of our time
on this dirt should not cause an alarm.
I’m lucky enough to not have been too
overtly afflicted with a scalp reflecting the sun
into the eyes of strangers and friends alike.
But every little change seems to be
the first thing anyone wants to talk about.
Just a touch of gray and it doesn’t matter
if I just cured cancer, that’s the observation.
One person I hadn’t spoken to in decades
showed up digitally to comment on
the prominence of my forehead in
every picture I posted.
So nice to reconnect with you.
I guess that’s why they invented hats.
I’m praying to be like my great-grandfather
Reuben ber Pelitz from the old country.
He went on to be the first Hebrew teacher
in Syracuse, New York, and the one picture
I’ve seen of him has so much on his head it looks
like his hairline proceeded instead of receded.
I take comfort knowing an eventual smooth head
won’t merit expulsion by the Rabbis of old.
One flick of the news and I’m reminded
there’s so much more to worry about.
Rick Lupert, a poet, songleader and graphic designer, is the author of 27 books including “God Wrestler: A Poem for Every Torah Portion.” Find him online at www.JewishPoetry.net
